Page 10 of Well Played

I shrugged. “For me? Yeah. Me for her? Dunno yet. Guess we find out.”

He laughed. “That’s sweet, brother. I don’t think I gave my girl a choice. She just had to come around to me.”

“Sounds like an obsession.”

“Wasn’t healthy.” He slapped my back head enough to leave a mark, and wandered away, talking loudly.

I rocked back onto my heels, thinking what he’d said over. Maybe I’d been approaching Hallie wrong. I knew she was it for me. Had known it was more than lust for months even though we hadn’t fucked yet.

She was my obsession. I couldn't think straight without her. Knowing that she knew I’d been there all that time did something to me. That she sat at the desk, working her ass off as always, her thighs smeared with the evidence of our frenzied playtime earlier and the gaping hole where I tore straight through her tights and her panties clean off…

Fuck, I had to stop thinking about her, or this photoshoot would have evidence of my own obsession and a damn fine boner to boot.

Forcing a smile I pushed up to the balls of my feet under the guise of stretching, and let Hallie slide to the shadowy parts of my mind for later tonight.

I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hold to my promise to be gentle with her after all.

Sweat rolledalong my spine as I pushed the bar up again, having stopped counting minutes before. My eyes barely left the door, and my arms shook. Before that, it was my legs that trembled, though they weren’t on the roster to work. Coach would be pissed, but I didn’t care.

I couldn’t get Hallie off my mind but if she didn't haul her curvy ass through that door soon I’d either do it for her or flip her over her desk, and all bets ongentlewere off.

My fingers cramped on the bar. I released the warmed metal, letting it up in a controlled raise as her shadow appeared in the doorway.

I closed my eyes. “Thank fuck,” I muttered, soft enough my voice shouldn’t have carried.

“Hey,” Hallie said, walking toward me with short steps. “I wasn’t sure if, you know, you changed your mind…” She staredat my sweating body and heaving chest with a furrowed brow. “Are you okay?”

I grinned and held out one hand, grabbing a water bottle with the other. “Yeah. I’m good. Stress relief. Wasn't sure you’d be here either.”

More frowns. I decided I hated them on her. “You get those?” she asked, incredulous. “Really? Fear that I wouldn’t turn up? Are you serious?”

I straightened and something in my back protested. I’d pay for the lack of stretching tomorrow, but right now all I cared about was the girl in front of me. “Hell yes, I’m scared shitless of rejection, beautiful.”

“Someone like you?” She stared at me sceptically. “I find that hard to believe.” Her arms folded beneath her breasts, pushing them up.

I swallowed hard. “Come here.” I patted my knee, spreading my legs apart.

“You’re sweaty. And filthy.”

“And you’re about to be.” She’d have to get used to that. I didn’t fuck cleanly.

Hallie hesitated, but she was here, and we had a deal. She walked through those damn doors tonight, and I wasn’t about to let her renege, not after the way she coated my hand with her slick juices back in the offices earlier.

Hell, I’d barely been able to hold my shit together in front of everyone when I heard the sultry moans Iknewcame from her soft lips the moment I heard them. The way she sounded, the effect she had on every one in that room and shehad no fucking idea how hot she was. More than one guy on my team nearly embarrassed himself when she swallowed and I nearly ripped someone’s hand off when it strayed to his cock over his pants.

Which was the same reason I dragged her out of the room, and how we ended up here with her wearing ripped tights, her thighs painted in her own cum all day, and no one else the wiser.

But she wasn’t coming any closer, and I still had some walls to break down between us.

“How was your day,” I asked the loaded question softly, flicking my eyes to the short skirt she habitually wore over her tights that usually concealed everything and today left her exposed.

Her hands travelled to her sides where she gripped the hem and tugged it south. “Everyone left me alone,” she said, confusion lifting her tone. “I– I thought after the kitchen there would be more, you know…”

“Bullying?” I kept my voice low, turning one hand up on my knee and curling my fingers inward.

She took an involuntary, jerky step toward me and halted. “Yes.”

A smile curved my lips. “I know.”

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