Twisting my head in the opposite direction, I bellow down the hall to Fortune, calling his name once again. The rookies he’s chatting with run along almost as quickly as October.
Fortune is wearing a wry smile as he approaches, and it drives me wild.
His jet-black hair is still damp from his post-practice shower, and he’s got on baggy gray sweatpants. He’s wearing a navy-blue T-shirt with the team’s logo embroidered on the left side of his chest, his shirt fitting tight around his biceps. It makes him look even more muscular than usual, and I can’t help but stare.
All I can think about as he’s walking up is the way I was holding onto those biceps for dear life during our second round in his back seat. Digging my nails into his skin as he drives himself into me.
“Parker.” I greet him, and his smile grows wider.
He leans in close to my ear and whispers, “Lock the door and sit down.”
My mouth drops open and I stand in the hall shell-shocked, letting a wave of heat skate across my skin as he continues on into my office.
“The door doesn’t lock,” I say after stepping in and closing the door behind me.
He hums, mumbling something under his breath that sounds a lot like, “Guess we’ll have to be extra quiet then.”
I try to move around him to get to my chair, but he steps in front of me. Giving me one of those tantalizing smiles that make the bundle of nerves in my stomach curl tighter. Fortune makes me nervous, which isn’t something that happens often, but right now I’m enjoying it.
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t even think about it.” He grabs my shoulders, spinning me around to face the guest chairs instead. “That’s my seat. We’re reversing the roles today.”
By the time I settle into a chair and look up, he’s already on the opposite side, leaning back in his seat with his finger steepled under his chin. I study him, watching as he tries to remain impassive, even though the glint in his eye is giving away the amusement he’s getting from this.
“Miss Sterling.” My name trails off Fortune’s lips in a seductive voice.
“Mr. Parker.”
He keeps his attention focused on my face, lowering his voice as he says, “Unbutton your shirt.”
“Excuse me?”
Fortune lets out a low chuckle that gives me a tingling feeling all over. He can’t really be suggesting that we do this in my office, can he?
“I asked you to unbutton your shirt, Lea.”
“Have you lost your mind? Anyone could walk in here at any second. What if we get caught?”
This time, he smirks. One of those panty dropping smirks that makes me want to melt into a puddle.
“Come here,” is all he says before I’m pushing out of my seat and walking over to stand in front of him. “I want to finish what we started the other night.”
“Someone is feeling bossy today,” I snark while bending forward to place my hands on his thighs. I lean in, letting my lips brush against his before darting my eyes up to meet his heated gaze.
Fortune works his fingers into my hair as he pulls me in, searing our lips together. His kiss is tantalizing, consuming every part of me. I can hardly hold myself up to continue, and I’m half tempted to crawl into his lap right here.
The thought brings me back to reality and I reluctantly pull away from him.
“Don’t even think about it.” Fortune’s mouth moves to my neck, breathy and hot, as he kisses his way up my throat.
“I—”
“You’re telling me that if I slip my hand under your skirt right now, you won’t be wet for me?” He cuts me off and a shudder rolls down my spine.
“We could get caught,” I scold with a whisper. “Anyone could walk through this door at any second. Players. Coaching staff. My father.”
A hot sensation spreads in my belly as his lips brush against mine again. “We should probably make it quick if you want to keep us a secret, hmm?”
He nips at my bottom lip before leaning in to kiss me slowly, the intensity building as he pours everything he has into the kiss. Which is why I’m caught by surprise when he pulls back and says, “On your knees.”
