Page 128 of Game Misconduct
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Sloane
“You sure?”he asks, voice hoarse.
My stomach dips in anticipation. I lift my chin, gaze steady on him. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if I wasn’t.”
My legs are still shaky, and my lungs are raw from the race on the ice.
Every inch of my skin is hypersensitive—awakened by adrenaline and sharpened by the fact that Maddox Lasker is looking at me like I’m the only thing on earth he hasn’t conquered yet.
And he wants to.
His knuckles graze my side, the gentlest brush, but it lands like lightning. “Sloane…”
“I don’t want careful,” I whisper. “Not tonight.”
I want to surrender to him here in my private sanctuary. The room I never let anyone see.
Not board members, not press, not even Tessa.
This is my secret, my last safe place.
And now Maddox Lasker fills the doorway, hair wild from our race, eyes blown wide with want and something darker.
Something desperate.
He steps in. Kicks the door closed with his heel. The lock slides into place, soft but final.
Then silence. A breath held between us.
Until he moves.
His hands find my hips, warm and sure, and he backs me into the room like a force of nature.
Every step erases another line I swore I’d never cross.
When his mouth crashes onto mine, it’s not a kiss—it’s a declaration.
He’s savage as he consumes me, possessive and real.
He guides me until my ass hits the table, his body crowding mine, and I gasp when his tongue sweeps across mine exactly how I like it.
“You have no idea,” he mutters into my mouth, voice shredded, “what you do to me.”
But I do. Because he’s doing the same thing to me.
Unraveling every stitch I’ve sewn into my armor.
Making me feel everything I’ve worked years to avoid.
His hands are everywhere—spanning my ribs, dragging down my hips, fisting the hem of my hoodie.
I tug it over my head and he growls, rough and low.
“Fuck.” His gaze eats me alive. “Take the leggings off. Slowly.”
My lips part. I hesitate just long enough for heat to spark in his eyes.
