Page 54 of Game On

Both her eyes and mouth flew open. The towel was now clenched in her hands. As he stared at her without moving, a slow grin of pleasure covered her mouth and her fingers reached for the hem of his T-shirt. Yanking him on top of her, she wrapped her legs around his bare butt as she clenched her warm muscles around his throbbing erection. Groaning, he found her mouth for a kiss. Their tongues tangled as he thrust into her. Carly rose to meet him, running her hands in his hair. There was no way of holding out any longer. Tearing his mouth away, Shane threw his head back in a silent scream as he came.

As he buried his face in her hair, Shane waited for their breathing to return to normal. Inhaling deeply, he tried to capture her scent. The smell of her no longer lingered on his pillows and he realized he missed it. If he was being honest, he missed everything about Carly. God, he was turning into such a sap.

Carly marched toward her office, a still-grinning Shane Devlin trailing behind her. How could this have happened? One minute, she was minding her business, and the next, Shane was chewing through a fifty-dollar pair of thong underwear. Where was her self-control? Why couldn’t she resist this man? The one man she ought to say no to.

She huffed softly to herself.

He chuckled behind her.

Carly wheeled around. “It’s not funny! This is my workplace! Our workplace!” she said, her voice a hoarse whisper as she whipped her head from side to side making sure no one was in the office to hear them.

“Okay,” Shane said, lifting his palms up in a defensive position.

“And why are you following me to my office?” she snapped. “There is so not going to be a repeat performance in there!”

“Calm down, Carly,” he said, his “just-had-sex” smirk still gracing his lips. “You were a little unsteady on your heels when you bolted back there. I just wanted to make sure you made it back to your desk okay.”

His smug teasing infuriated Carly more. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: You arrogant jocks are all alike!”

“Hey, don’t put me in the same category as your ex,” he said.

Carly saw anger flash in his eyes and it caused her own ire to die down a bit. It wasn’t fair to take it out on him. Sure, he’d initiated their encounter in the training room, but she didn’t do a thing to stop him. Instead, she’d joined right in enjoying the interlude as much as he had—maybe more.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He reached for her then, but she backed away into her office. “Please, Shane. Let’s just stick to the original plan and keep this professional from here on out.”

When she looked up into Shane’s face, his eyes were thunderous. Confused, she took another step back before Shane shoved her aside. “What the hell is this?” His voice took on that lethal tone her brother-in-law frequently used on the sideline.

Carly turned toward her desk.

A rose, ripped from its stem, was lying on her chair. Underneath it were photos of her with Shane at the gala and with Donovan walking arm and arm into the building. Shane reached for the photos and a note fell to the floor. Carly picked it up. The handwriting was neat and clear, but the tone was vicious.

These men don’t love you the way I do. You were meant to be with me. You WILL be with me.

The note was unsigned, but she knew who had written it. Her hand trembled as she frantically looked around her.

“Joel was here.” She had difficulty trying to force the words out of her suddenly dry mouth. Carly gripped the side of her credenza to steady herself. Shane was rapidly dialing the phone.

“Donovan Carter!” he demanded, only to slam down the receiver a second later. Rifling through her drawers, Shane pulled out a folder and stuffed the photos inside. “Give it to me,” he said as he pried the note from Carly’s trembling hand. “Come on.” He wrapped his strong fingers around her wrist and dragged her from his office. Desperately, she tried to keep up as her heels tapped along beside the squeak of his Pumas on the tile floor.

They found Donovan sitting on a bench in the weight room, a towel hanging loosely around his shoulders. If he was startled to see them, his face didn’t show it. As if sensing something was wrong, his detective’s mask slid firmly into place.

“What’s going on?” he asked, although the look he shot at Shane told her he’d already taken in their rumpled appearance and knew exactly what had been going on moments earlier.

Shane moved to speak, but Carly cut him off. “I need to talk to you,” she said as she yanked her arm free of Shane death grip. He glared at her as she rubbed her wrist. “Joel left me another note on my chair. Donovan, he was in the building.”

“What?” Donovan was standing now, his cell phone already out of his pocket. “When?”

“I’m not really sure.” She pulled the folder from Shane’s hands. Shane drew his lips into a tight line as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and rocked back on his heels. “He left this on my desk. And another rose. It was . . . it was torn apart.” Her voice had a slight tremor to it now. She took a deep breath to control it.

Donovan took the folder and glanced at the photos. “When did you find these?” he asked.

“They were there when I went to my office a little bit ago.” She rubbed at her wrist again. It didn’t hurt. Her skin was just cold and she missed the warmth where Shane’s fingers had been.

“When were you in your office last, Carly? I need to know when Joel was in the building,” he demanded.

“Um, I don’t know,” she hedged. “Asia and I stopped in the commissary for a snack right after the four o’clock press briefing.”

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