Page 28 of Blindside Sinner

Then I hear her.

“Time to wake up, sweetheart.”

Becauseof fucking courseSloan is in my room at the ass crack of dawn, bearer of the wake-up call I never asked for. She might as well be smacking a goddamn gong right in my ears.

I pry my eyes open. She’s hovering in the doorway. Next to her on a table that wasn’t there last night is my blender, the other asshole culprit behind my rude awakening.

“What the hell are you doing?” I snap.

I don’t want to know the answer; I just want to go back to sleep—a.k.a., the only place where I can stand being around the woman in front of me.

“I’m making you breakfast.” She holds up the smoothie cup. “See?”

“What I can see is that you’re being a pain in the ass already,” I mutter. “Why am I getting breakfast in bed at—” I peer at my phone and stifle the urge to strangle her, “—six in the morning? Are you joking? I don’t even have to be up for practice until eight.”

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry! I must have read the schedule wrong.” Sloan’s eyes go impossibly wide, her mouth opening in the most perfect ‘O.’ It’s a look so innocent it belongs on a nun.

Too bad it’s a bunch of bullshit. The twinkle in her eye says she knows it, too.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’m sure you did.”

Sloan purses her lips in an effort to swallow her smirk. It’s hard not to think about those lips wrapped around my cock.

Jesus Christ.This woman is going to be the death of me or I’m going to be the death of her. Either way, only one of us is surviving.

“Get out, Sloan.”

“Not until you’re out of bed.”

“I don’t have practice for hours.”

“I have to make sure you get up early. Don’t want you to be late.”

“Thought you misread the schedule.”

“Maybe it’s both.” She shrugs, though she suddenly doesn’t look quite so apologetic anymore. “Look, if you don’t get up now, I’ll have to spend the next few hours in here until you do.”

It’s not hard to see that she means it. She’s not going to stop badgering me until she gets the reaction she wants.

Unless…

Unless I get a reaction first.

The thought hits me and now, I’m the one struggling to contain a smirk. “Okay, Sloan. Whatever you say.”

Without warning, I throw the covers off, shucking my boxers in the same move so that when I stand, I’m bare-assed with morning wood pointed right at her. “There, I’m up.”

Her eyes land straight on my cock. She freezes for a heartbeat just staring, then whip around like I didn’t just see that her pretty pink flush goes all the way down her chest. “Jesus, you couldn’t wait until I was out of the room first?”

“Oh no, princess. You wanted me awake. You don’t get to complain now that I am.”

“Whatever. Go take a shower and get rid of… ofthat.”

“I promise to think of you the whole time.”

“This is sexual harassment,” she mumbles.

“Nah,” I say, making my way to the bathroom. “This is me using my assets to my advantage.”

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