Page 71 of The Breaking Point

She shivered a little. “That’s cold!”

“It has menthol and arnica in it. It’ll help if you bruise.”

As I rubbed the salve into her skin, guilt hit me for the first time. I’d spanked Grace Dallas so hard that she had handprints on her ass. What kind of a freak was I?

But even as I expected Grace to run flying in the other direction, she didn’t. She just let me cuddle her until we were both ready to leave.

“You won’t come here again, yes?” I said quietly. “That was our deal.”

When she said yes, I almost believed she was telling the truth.

BRADY

A week later, I was on a flight with the Blades for an away game in New York City. I’d thought it’d give me a break from thinking about Grace, but to my horror, she and the rest of the marketing and PR team were on the flight.

“Apparently, they’re attending some fancy gala with a few of the guys the night after the game,” Mac told me with a shrug.

I’d been tormented by memories of spanking Grace that night at the club. I’d told myself it couldn’t happen again. I’d done my best to avoid her.

But apparently, fate was a fickle bitch and wanted to make me miserable.

The only good thing was that Grace, Julia, and the rest of the team were seated in the back of the plane while the team was up front. Although it was a six-hour flight to New York, there was a good chance I wouldn’t even see Grace the entire flight.

“Something to drink?” the flight attendant asked Mac and me, who were seated together.

I nearly groaned aloud when I saw who the flight attendant was. Tatiana was a gorgeous, curvy brunette whom I’d definitely hooked up with a few times during some long layovers.

Tatiana leaned into me, only inches away, her lips a deep red. She smelled like roses.

“Coke for me,” said Mac. When I didn’t say anything, he elbowed me. “Brady?”

“Ginger ale,” I said, though I didn’t even like the stuff.

Tatiana made a whole show of pouring our drinks, going as slowly as possible. Or maybe it was just because I hoped she wouldn’t flirt with me this time. The last thing I needed was Grace seeing Tatiana trying to get into my pants.

“It’s been a while,” said Tatiana as she handed me my ginger ale. “How’ve you been?”

I could feel Mac’s amused gaze on me. “Busy,” I grunted.

“Me too. I’ve flown to London, Dubai, and Tokyo, all in the past month. But I don’t mind living out of a suitcase. I’m sure you boys are used to that kind of life, too,” she replied.

“We do spend a lot of time in hotels,” said Mac when I remained silent.

“Oh, I bet you do.” Tatiana gave me a wink. She then leaned over me, her breasts nearly in my face as she adjusted my headrest.

“Just making sure you’re comfortable,” she said.

“Appreciate it,” I muttered.

Finally, she continued onward down the aisle. After a moment, Mac burst out in laughter.

“What are you laughing about?” I asked, irritated.

“Dude, your face. You looked like you were going to have a stroke. Did you sleep with her?”

“Yeah, a few times.”

“And you don’t want Grace to see her rubbing all over you.”

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