Page 93 of Penalty Shots

"Whatever, people love it! It's like karaoke with your body," he explains.

"Always did have such a way with words," I tease him.

"I gotta head out. I have a meeting with the art department," Jenny says, excusing herself.

She disappears down the hall, leaving Keelan and me alone.

"Any plans for lunch?" I ask him.

He gives me a look. "As a matter of fact, I do."

His hand comes up to my waist, and he pins me against the wall as he scans his card to open the door to the team equipment room.

"What do you think you're doing?" I whisper.

"Shh," he holds a finger to my lips and checks to make sure nobody is inside.

"Keelan, we can't just—"

He pulls me in and shuts the door, reaching for the back of my legs and picking me up as he pins me against the wall inside. His lips crash down onto mine, and we don't hesitate to devour each other.

"I can't stand having to keep my hands off you all day," he growls into my mouth. "Do you know how hard it is to avoid looking at you just so I don't lose my train of thought?"

My skirt is hiked up all the way to my waist.

"And you're always prancing around in these damn skirts and these fucking heels," he continues ravaging me.

I laugh into his mouth. "Prancing around? You make me sound like a ballerina."

"Oh no, you're no ballerina. You're a badass boss woman who I get the distinct honor and pleasure of helping lose every bit of her control," he says.

"That's more like it," I say, smiling.

It's been a few weeks since the Puerto Rico trip. Christmas is coming around the corner. And the boys' schedules are about to get insane with travel just before the holidays, thanks to a lineup of away games.

"How will we sneak in our lunch breaks with the rest of the team around?"

His hands are warm on my thighs, and he's still pressing into me, making my core pulse from his nearness.

But Keelan isn't a desperate lover. He takes his time with me. He makes me feel every bit of longing and desire until neither of us can take it.

"I have an idea."

"If your solution is a dance-off, I'm going to have to veto that request," I deadpan.

He shakes his head and then kisses that spot on my neck that almost impulsively makes me arch my back and grind further into him.

"Let's tell them."

I stop moving and look at him. "What?"

He nods. "That'll be the best way to get everyone off our backs."

"We can't do that," I whisper.

"Why, because you're afraid of what people might think?"

"Because it's a conflict of interest."

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