Page 35 of Love Game

“I’ve jerked off in the shower every day thinking about you. You and me.”

The correction came out gruff and terse, but her smile only widened. Wanting more, she scraped her teeth over his nape. “Really?”

“God yes,” he groaned.

Unwilling to let her goad him into revealing more lurid thoughts, he released his grip on his cock and grasped her wrist. The none-too-gentle hold made her gasp. The quiver of barely restrained strength in his arm made her want to rub herself all over him. He pressed her palm to his straining dick. She wrapped her fingers around him and hummed her appreciation. “You and me…such a bad idea.”

“But it feels so good.”

He was close. She knew that in one stroke. Ripples traveled up that stretched-taut flesh. The velvet-soft head of his cock popped out of her fist, dark, swollen, and glistening. She pressed a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to the sweet spot behind his ear, then pressed her cheek to his shoulder blade.

“Don’t hold back. I want you to come.” Her whispered wish came out softer than the spray, but she knew he heard her, because every muscle in his body tensed.

He resisted for the space of a heartbeat, but she brushed a tender kiss over his shoulder, letting him know it was okay. She had him. She wouldn’t let him down. He exhaled hard, his shoulders slumping as he surrendered to her touch.

Hot come spilled over her hand just as a low, guttural groan ripped through him. She pumped him sure and steady, milking the orgasm for all he was worth, though her knees trembled. Kissing his smooth skin, she stifled the urge to curse the steady stream of water for washing away his heat. She wanted to keep it, hold it, possibly commemorate this moment of triumph with a plaque she could hang in her office and admire whenever she wanted.

“Kate.”

He didn’t turn to look at her or press back against her body. Instead, he fell forward, planting his hands on the wall to catch his weight. She stretched her fingers under the spray, sending the last vestiges of this encounter spiraling down the drain, then took a step back.

The sopping wet Spandex made a disgusting sucking noise as she pulled her tank away from her skin. Mortified by the sound and her reckless actions, she stumbled toward the shower room’s entrance. “This didn’t happen.”

“Bullshit it didn’t. Kate…”

A note of urgency filled his voice, but she didn’t look back. Without breaking stride, she snagged her discarded shoes from the floor and started toward the door. “I’ll see you at the studio.”

“I never took you for a quitter,” he called as she grasped the handle on the locker room door.

She turned to find him standing in the middle of the locker room, stark naked, dripping wet and semihard. The sight of him, at once brashly bold and wholly vulnerable, ratcheted up her desire. “I’m not.”

“Why are you running away?”

“I’m not.” She winced, wishing she’d taken a second to think of a new response, but how could she when he was just standing there like that? “I just…people are going to start showing up,” she finished with a weak gesture toward the wall clock.

“Dinner. Tonight.”

She blinked, a bit affronted by his presumption but too turned on to work up a decent amount of ire. “We can’t go out. We’re supposed to hate each other, remember?”

His eyes narrowed. “I never agreed to that.”

“But you will,” she said, and his jaw tightened. She saw the little muscle beneath his ear jump and wanted to lick the stray drops of water from that spot. Widening her stance, she cocked her head and softened her tone. “You need this publicity, Danny. The school does too.”

“And you’re willing to go along with it?”

The slight sneer in his tone didn’t put her off. She knew all about pride, and it didn’t take a shrink to see that his was tragically wounded. “I’m a Warrior. My contract is up for renewal. I’ll do what’s good for the program.”

He took a long step forward, completely unselfconscious. “And what about what’s good for you?”

His implication rattled her. “You think you’re good for me?”

“I think we could be very good together.”

She pursed her lips to make it look like every hormone in her body wasn’t agreeing with him wholeheartedly. Gripping the door handle hard enough to turn her knuckles white, she let him sweat it out a bit.

“My place after taping,” she said as she opened the door just wide enough to peer into the weight room. Finding it empty, she heaved a sigh and pulled it open wider. “Pick up a pizza on your way over.”

She’d almost escaped when he called after her, “What kind? Pepperoni? Supreme? Veggie?”

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