Page 109 of Game Misconduct
Her eyes flick over me—damp hair, fresh clothes, the hoodie I yanked on in the locker room. Her mouth softens slightly.
“Practice go okay?”
“Fine.”
She quirks a brow. “That it?”
I cross the room, slow steps on the hardwood floor, and stop in front of her desk.
I don’t touch her.
I don’t kiss her.
I just look.
And she gets it.
Because something shifts in her posture—less boss, more…Sloane.
She closes the laptop and leans back. “Lock the door.”
I raise a brow, and my cock suddenly stands at attention.
And I lock the door.
She stands and walks around the desk, then stops in front of me.
Up close, I can see the tired in her eyes. The fight behind it. The crack she’s keeping sealed by sheer will.
I slide a hand to her hip, palm resting just enough to anchor her. “I needed to see you.”
“You’re seeing me.”
“Not the version with the armor on.”
Her breath hitches. “It’s Monday, Maddox.”
I lean in, mouth near her ear. “Then give me five minutes to pretend it’s not.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Sloane
I barely get out, “Maddox—”before he’s on me.
His mouth finds mine in a hungry kiss, hands in my hair like he needs to feel all of me.
Suddenly I’m not thinking about the meeting or the board or anything but the weight of him pressing me back against my desk.
“This is a terrible idea,” I murmur as he tugs the hem of my blouse free from my skirt.
“Then stop me.”
I don’t.
He lifts me like I weigh nothing, sets me down on the desk, and pushes my knees apart with his hips.
His mouth trails down my throat, his hand sliding under my skirt with that low growling sound I now know means he’s losing control.
