Page 88 of Forgive You

I quirk an eyebrow.

“One of my teammates,” he explains, then narrows his eyes. “Have youeverwatched any of my games?”

I shake my head. “Only the ones where you play against Jensen.”

“I’m offended.”

I roll my eyes. “You’re offended? I’m offended! I thought we were friends.”

He sets his back against the railing, staring back into the venue with a smirk. “We are. Which is why I did you a favor and bunked you with Spencer. You know, speed things along. By the way he’s been eying you all night, he’s not complaining.”

Yeah, no shit, Sherlock.

“Did you plan this together?”

I wouldn’t put it past him. Ford is always a cheeky bastard, and I’m sure Jason can be persuaded.

I turn, mimicking Ford’s stance, and as if the devil knows we’re talking about him, he appears in the doorway. My heart stutters as I gulp.

The light behind him darkens his features, a tumbler glistening in his hand, and a wolfish grin that’s about to make me come undone shines right onto me.

Shit.

“Nah,” Ford says, his amusement audible. “I owed him a couple of favors, so I did this all by myself.”

My lungs shrink under Jason’s narrowing eyes, then they damn-near collapse when his body moves forward. The night suddenly feels ominous, terrifying me, but at the same time, I’m drawn to him.I want him.

With my pulse pounding in my throat, I grip the railing on my side with clammy hands as he moves closer.

“Ford?” Jason groans, never leaving his gaze from mine.

“Yeah?”

“Leave.”

“Yes, daddy.” He leans into my side, then whispers, “You’re fucked, girl.Enjoy.”

Ford blurts out a lot of bullshit from morning to evening, but this time, I agree with him. Jason steps into my space, his fresh cologne overwhelming me.

I lick my lips while he cages me in, his nose shamelessly diving into my hair. A warm breath caresses my skin, before I detect his lips flush to my ear, and pebbles trail up and down my arms.

I close my eyes, melting against his body.

“You have five minutes to get back toourroom, and wait for me to take off that dress.”

I’m nervous. I’m excited. I’m terrified that if I cross this line, there’s no way back—there will always be another shoe to drop. But none of it outweighs the magnetic pull I feel toward him. None of it outweighs how much I want him.

I lean back, finding the moonlight dancing in his eyes before the corner of my mouth lifts just a little bit, and I cock my eyebrow. “Or what?”

The lopsided grin that slips on his face is filled with promise and heat, and my stomach threatens to flutter away.

“Or I will throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here, giving everyone you work with something to talk about.”

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Lust heats her whiskey eyes. Her eyebrows lift in shock, and I can feel her body tense in my space, even though there’s still half a foot of air between us.

I lift my hand, cupping her throat, and she gulps. The movement twitches my dick from alive to full-blown ready to charge.

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