Page 125 of Drop Shot
“Oh, right.”
I had moved forward during my indignation over his proposal for winning.
Once I’m back in position, he prepares to serve for a third time.
When he makes the serve, I realize he’s not going to go easy on me. He’s serious about winning.
I have to sprint to make contact with the ball and end up hitting it into the net.
“This is going to be too easy,” he cajoles.
I groan and toss the ball back to him. “Yeah,” I gripe. “Because you’re a professional tennis player.”
Luckily, he does take it easier on me from that point on—but not easy enough that it’s not a fight for me.
So, it shocks me when he groans and drops to the ground.
“Elias!” I cry out in worry. If he somehow got seriously injured playing a fun game with me, I know his team will have my head. I run over to his side of the court and drop to my knees, hands fluttering around him. “Are you okay?”
Laughing, he pulls me in by my waist for a kiss.
“I’m fine, baby,” he croons. “Just wanted a kiss from my girl.”
I push lightly at his shoulder. “You suck.”
He stands, pulling me up with him. “I couldn’t resist.” He smacks my ass before I can head back to the other side of the net.
I serve and we get back to the game.
I’m not even a little surprised when he comes out victorious in the end.
“Well”—I stand with my hands on my hips— “you won.”
“That’s right.” He grins, striding over to the net and leaning against it. “But”—his smile sobers— “I would never make you do something you’re not comfortable with.”
“A bet is a bet,” I say softly.
He cups my cheek, tucking a piece of sweaty hair behind my ear. “Not if it makes you uncomfortable.”
My lips part and I blurt out, “I’m a little intrigued.”
His eyes widen. “Seriously?”
I give a tiny nod.
Lust warms his eyes and his voice lowers. “If at any point you feel uncomfortable, you’re to tell me immediately. Understand?”
I nod.
“No, baby. I need you to say it out loud.”
“I understand,” I blurt.
He quickly gathers our stuff up and leads me back to the club house. Since it’s early on a Monday it’s relatively empty.
He pulls me into the locker room, and I’m shocked at how small it is considering the size of the club. The second the door is shut behind us he has my back pressed against the lockers, mouth exploring the column of my throat.
Grabbing my leg, he pushes it up and around his waist.
