Page 80 of The Main Event

“There was no stopping that, though. I would’ve been with him right until the end if he’d let me.”

“Yeah, but then that would’ve been the memory you couldn’t shake. You have mostly good memories now.”

“Yeah.” She sighed. “Are you ready for the haunted house?”

“Are you going to hold my hand if I get scared?”

She rolled her eyes. “Is that the excuse you’re going to use when you grope me in there?”

“You know it.”

She took a moment to let it sink in. “Well, at least you’re honest,” she said finally.

“Yes, I do have that going for me.”

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TWENTY

“Let me see them.”

“No.” I emphatically shook my head as Jax started sliding his fingers under the covers in exaggerated fashion.

“Let me see them.” Jax made a mock growling noise as he nipped at my neck.

We were in his bed. Two weeks after we started, we were still going strong. We were also getting lazy. We were no longer bothering to wait until after work to get together. We weren’t being sly, and making big, ridiculous plans to take different routes and meet one another in the shadow of my stairwell.

No, now when we were feeling the need to play together, we just went up the elevator separately and took over his room. It was incredibly dangerous…and yet neither of us seemed to care.

“No,” I repeated, squealing when he started tickling me. His skin was soft against mine. We’d headed straight to his room after our shifts. Actually, I’d left the hotel thirty minutes early, claiming I was going home to work, and circled around outside to use the employee elevator at the back of the property. Jax had supplied me with a room key so I could make my entrance easilyas long as the hallway was empty. He’d only been a few minutes behind, and because I’d once seen it in a movie, I’d stripped to my bra and underwear and flopped on the bed so I could entice him as soon as he crossed the threshold.

Of course, the fact that I was wearing a cotton bralette with smiley faces over where the nipples would be, and a matching set of panties had diluted the effect a bit. Or so I thought. Jax seemed to think otherwise.

He made a growling noise as soon as he saw me, let the door fall shut behind him, and then dove headfirst onto the bed. Our giggles turned to moans relatively quickly. Now, an hour later, he wanted to see what I’d spent my lunch hour doing. I was playing hard to get.

“That did it.” Jax stretched to his knees and lifted the blanket with him. “Let me see those toes or I’m going to lose it.”

“What is it with you and toes?” I demanded as I finally lifted my foot.

Jax caught my ankle and studied my narrow foot. I’d hit up the nail salon so I could have a fresh Halloween pedicure for the season. I’d gone with orange toes and black tips. It was a bit fancy, but I loved little more than a fresh pedicure.

“Geez,” he said as he studied them. “I am so turned on right now.”

I burst out laughing. “You are not.”

“But I am.” He kissed my foot and then plopped down next to me. He was naked, his hair disheveled, and he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. He started massaging the arch of my foot. “You have really nice feet. Has anybody ever told you that?”

“Nobody that I wasn’t worried about being a serial killer.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

I moaned when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

“Keep making that noise and things are going to take a turn,” he warned.

I grinned despite myself. “Do you have a foot fetish or something?”

“I don’t think I would call it a fetish. I do happen to like feet.” As if to prove it, he lifted mine and kissed the sole. “I like other parts of you too, though.”

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