Hannah’s apartment had become nothing more than a glorified closet. She spent all her time at my place, and you wouldn’t hear me complaining.
Tossing my keys to the side as I entered the penthouse, I found her sitting cross-legged on the couch with a notepad in her hands, staring intently at the TV.
This is new.
Coming closer, I was surprised to find a Phoenix Python game on the screen. They were our opponents tomorrow night.
Hannah barely acknowledged my presence, her eyes glued to the rapidly moving play. Grabbing the remote suddenly, she paused, then hit rewind, watching something again in slow motion before writing rapidly on her notepad.
It dawned on me what she was doing. My jaw dropped, and it took me a moment to find my voice. “Are you watching film?”
Hannah didn’t spare me a glance, muttering, “Uh-huh.”
Another day, another way she shocked the hell out of me.
“Where did you get this?”
Sighing heavily, she paused the film, tossing her notepad and pen aside in annoyance. “Do you need attention so badly I can’t finish what I’m doing?”
God, she was so fucking feisty.
“Sorry to interrupt.” I rolled my eyes and walked into the kitchen.
“Too fucking late,” Hannah grumbled, following me.
Ignoring her—knowing it would drive her insane—I poured myself a glass of water. Turning around, I found her with her hip propped against the kitchen island, arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Never taking my eyes off hers, I drank the whole glass, coming up for air with an “ah” sound as I finished. It took everything in me not to smirk at her.
“What?” I asked.
“Just because you’re done for the day doesn’t mean I am,” Hannah huffed.
I raised an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t realize film review was in the job description of the travel coordinator. I was only curious as to where you got it.” A few minutes of watching alerted me to the fact that it was something thrown together by our professional video team, not a full-game recording off the TV.
Hannah hopped up to sit on the island. Swinging her legs, she lifted one shoulder casually. “I know people.”
“Oh, youknowpeople?”
That wicked gleam entered her sapphire eyes. “Yeah, you know. Jeremy, in analytics, will give up the goods. All he asks in return is a blow job.” She winked. “And you know how good I am at those.”
It was a good thing she was joking, or Jeremy’s life would be in danger right now. I’d be forced to kill him with my bare hands.
Lightning quick, I reached out to tickle her sides, and the sounds of Hannah’s squeals filled the air.
Breathless and squirming, she screamed, “Stop!”
Stilling my hands, I leaned down to bite her neck. “Not so funny now, is it?”
“Mm,” she moaned, arching her back.
My dick swelled uncomfortably in my jeans. Coming home to her was the best part of my day. “Dealer’s choice. I take you on the kitchen counter or carry you upstairs first.”
Hands pushed against my chest, but I was immovable. “I was in the middle of something.”
Ignoring her, I trailed my mouth down her body to suck a nipple through the thin fabric of her shirt. When she pushed harder, I peered up at her. “Are you serious?”
Hannah gave me a look like I was a naughty child who needed to be disciplined. “Work now. Play later.” I pouted playfully, so she patted my cheek. “You’ll survive.”
“Doubtful,” I grumbled as I stepped away, allowing her to slide off the island.
