Page 53 of A Million Times, Yes
“As inJordanJordan? As in under-the-bridge-sex Jordan?”
My jaw clenched. “Yep.”
Her fingers found my leg and squeezed. “Oh fuck.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jordan
There wasn’t a single part of me that wanted to answer my goddamn phone when it began to vibrate on the counter. All these morning calls from Gavin were wearing me fucking thin. But it was my brother, and unless I was in the middle of fucking—which, unfortunately, I wasn’t—I’d sworn to always pick up.
I connected the call and brought the cell to my ear. “If you’re going to ask me to come into the office right now, the answer is no, and there’s zero negotiation on that.”
“I’m calling to tell you the Clover deal is done. I’m looking at the official purchase agreement. The money has been moved out of escrow and into their account. We’re officially the owners. Congratulations, brother. We now own every professional sports team in Boston.”
My head tilted back, my mouth opening to moan, “Fuck yes!”
“We need to celebrate.”
“Hell yeah, we do.”
“I’m assuming you’re off to go see your girl?” he asked.
I chuckled. “Yes.”
“Listen, I know I’ll see you in the office in a little bit, but if I forget to tell you, do us both a favor and have the talk with her tonight.”
I slapped my hand on the counter. “Fuck off, Gavin.”
He laughed. “Have a good run, asshole.”
I hung up and left the phone in the kitchen and took the elevator to the bottom floor, stretching my arms over my head as I walked outside.
Only half a mile until she was mine.
I couldn’t fucking wait, especially after our text conversation last night. But in making that demand, I knew that meant I’d have to change my ways. That I was suddenly the type of man who would be in a relationship. That I’d be dating.
That I’d be doing everything I’d been against my whole life.
Was I ready for that?
As Maya came into view, facing me at the end of the block with her arms crossed over her chest—her tight, petite, perfect body on display—the answer to that became so clear.
And there was no question in my mind.
That woman had some kind of hold over me. She had me constantly desperate for more. She had me thinking about her nonstop.
And she had me wanting things I only wanted with her.
I slowed my run to a jog, panting, “Good morning, baby—”
She held up her hand as I approached. “Stay right there.”
An odd demand from someone who normally wanted me as close as possible and stopped breathing the second I touched her. “What?”
“We need to talk.”
I went to reach for her, and she took a step back, a move that threw me. “What’s going on, Maya?”
