Page 151 of Penalty to the Heart

“I was born ready, sir.”

“Sir?” Trent cocks a brow.

“Too much?” I throw him a sly smile.

“Just a tad.” He chuckles before turning around to head back to his office, I presume.

But before he takes more than a few steps, I hear myself call out his name.

“Trent?”

“Yes?” He turns around to face me once more.

“We need to talk.”

Once I’m done talking with Trent, I look at my phone to check the time and see that Roxie must still be holed up at work. After a quick shower, I rush over to her office, needing to give her the good news.

It’s because of her that I even got this shot to play on the team again.

When I arrive, most of the building’s lights are off. Her receptionist is nowhere to be seen, probably long gone home. I open her office door and see my Roxie lying on the couch, earphones on and eyes shut. She’s listening to one of her recordings from a session and noting things that she might have missed. Without making too much noise, I take off my jacket, pull my shirt over my head, and kick off my shoes. She’s so concentrated on her work that she doesn’t even hear me walking towards her. It’s only when I grab her ankles that she lets out a little shriek.

“Caleb! What are you—”

“Shh, love. It’s been a hell of a long day, and I need my Roxie fix, stat.”

Her eyes soften as I kneel at her feet.

“I was just thinking about you,” she whispers as I take off her heels, one at a time.

“Is that so?”

“Hmm,” she coos as I start running my hands up and down her calves.

“And what were you thinking about?” I ask, kissing each knee before parting them open a smidge.

“About what a jackass you were in our first session.”

“That wasn’t me.” I plant a kiss on her inner thigh.

“No?” she teases, running the pad of her thumb over my chin.

“No. That was someone else.”

“It sure looked like you. Sounded like you, too,” she says, throwing a glance over at the recorder.

“Well, it wasn’t. The man I was before you came into my life was an idiot. This one… not so much. He knows just how good he has it with you in it,” I tell herwith steel conviction.

“You sure do know how to make a woman feel special.”

I shake my head at that.

“No, I don’t. You are the only woman who is and will forever be special to me. No one else. Now, enough talk, love. I’m fucking famished.”

“Do you want me to order some food?” she asks in confusion.

“Not what I’m hungry for. Open your legs for me, Roxie. Let me see what I’m about to ruin.”

Her cheeks flush, but she does as she’s told, bringing her knees up on the couch and parting her thighs just enough so I can see my prize in between them.

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