Page 55 of Defensive Zone

She blew out a laugh. She was becoming delusional in her lust cloud. Wanting Max was messing with her brain cells and other parts of her body.

She refused to acknowledge the shudder that rolled through her.

She was cold.

Max: You’re not sleeping, are you? Fired up from our win tonight? Don’t think I don’t know that you yell at the TV when you watch me play.

She flopped back on her pillow in frustration.

Gabi: You are so freaking irritating.

Max: Well, hello to you, too.

Gabi: What do you want?

Max: You.

And that was it. There were no dots on the next line. She took in an audible breath. It rattled around the silence in the room, and she was acutely aware of how fast her heart was beating at that one little word.

Gabi: You know that’s not a good idea.

Max: You didn’t seem deterred the other night.

Her nipples tightened. She could imagine his lusty chuckle.

Lusty chuckle?Seriously?

Gabi: Brief moment of insanity.

Max: I hear I have that effect on people. You’re welcome.

She snorted and rolled her eyes.

Gabi: So cocky.

Max: You know it. Pretty sure you felt just how cocky I was.

She groaned. Why hadn’t she come up with a different word? He wouldn’t let that one slide.

Gabi: You are so crass.

Max: Just being honest.

Max: Are you sleeping in my jersey tonight?

She looked down at the worn T-shirt she might’ve pilfered from his clean laundry. It had his name and number on it but wasn’t an actual jersey.

Gabi: Nope.

Max: Such a shame. My name looks good on you.

Gabi: Ew. You’re such a Neanderthal.

Max: No. I just know all of your buttons and enjoy pushing them.

Max: Especially that sweet one between your thighs.

Holy hell. She was going to burst into flames at the rate this conversation was going.

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