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“I’m not allowed to talk about it now,” he says.
“Why not?”
“Because it was something I could say when I was inside you. Saying it now would be…” he trails off and runs the paper towel low across my belly. A fresh wave of heat ignites in me with the slow drag of his hand. “It’s best I keep my mouth shut.”
“You could tell me. If you wanted to,” I hear myself say, and his eyes snap to mine. “Until we put our clothes on, it’s fair game.”
Reid’s cheeks turn pink, and he dips his chin. He clears his throat, his touch soft on my skin. He moves to my hip bone, his thumb brushing over the top of my thigh, and I let out a shaky breath.
“I chose the wrong spot,” he mumbles, and I sit up on my elbows.
“What do you mean?”
“I should’ve—” His breathing turns labored. “In you. I should’ve finished in you. So I could see what you looked like. I’ve never wanted to before, but you—” He lifts his chin and there’s desire in his eyes. Pupils blown wide, his lips part as he looks me up and down. “Sorry. That’s way too much information and I?—”
“I would’ve liked that. That would’ve been okay. I said anywhere. I meant it.” I put on my bra and shirt and look for my underwear, finding the pair ripped in half. “I’m not sure how I’m going to explain my forty-five minute disappearance.”
“Blame me,” he says, searching for his briefs.
“I plan on it. You’re entirely at fault for this.”
“You kissed me first,” he says.
“I did not,” I challenge.
“Yes, you did.”
“You pushed me against the door.”
Reid tosses me my leggings and socks. “Call it even?”
“Deal.” I finish getting dressed and glance at him. “I should get going.”
“Want me to walk you down?” he asks.
“That’s okay. I know where to go. I’m practically an expert now.”
“Okay.” He slips on his joggers and covers his chest with his shirt. “Thanks, uh, for listening to me. About my dad. I appreciate someone lending an ear. I usually talk to Dallas and Maverick about those kinds of things, but they’re a little tied up.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m not going to go off and tell anyone?—”
“I know,” Reid says, cutting me off. “I know my secret is safe with you.”
“Have fun with the desk.”
“Have fun with the—” A chorus of cheers leak into his office. The walls shake, and we look at each other. “Guess that’s a sign we have work to do.”
“Right. Yeah. I’ll see you in a few weeks,” I say. “At the next game.”
“Mhm.” Reid slides his hands into his pockets. “And I’ll talk to you in an hour when you’re congratulating us on our win.”
I huff and roll my eyes, heading for the door. “It’s only the preseason. It doesn’t mean anything.”
“It always means something,” he says, and I can’t help but hear the implication there. “See you later, Sinclair.”
“Later, Duncan,” I toss back, escaping into the hall and closing the door to his office behind me.
I lean against the wall when I’m alone and take a deep breath.
