Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92180 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry,” I murmur, not really understanding those bonds. “That sucks. I obviously don’t have kids, but it is hard for me to fathom a mother doing that. Have you had to explain her issues to them?”
Drake’s eyes bore into me. “I can’t. There is no explanation for what would cause a mother to turn from her kids. All I can do is be there for them and give them all my love. One of my hesitations in coming back to the league was my fear I wouldn’t be there for them, and they need me now more than ever.”
“That’s a valiant reason for not coming back.” I try to inject some levity into the conversation. “Far more valiant than just thumbing your nose at me after I offered you a job.”
He laughs, his voice sexy with innuendo. “Let’s just say I’m enjoying the league right now very much. And yeah, I obviously walked away from my career because I was pissed, but with Crystal being so disruptive and unreliable, it was important for me to be there every day for my boys. I can even reason that the shit show with the gambling allegations was probably the best thing for my kids at the time. I can tell you, I wouldn’t have taken your offer had my sister Kiera not agreed to come to Pittsburgh with me.”
“Well, I’m glad for her.” I infuse my tone with a little sexiness. “That’s worked out well for me personally.”
Drake’s smile slips a bit. “Once my kids get here, you need to know my evenings are devoted to them. The thing we have going on right now, able to see each other every night… it will be over.”
I wasn’t prepared for that, but in the few seconds it takes to absorb what he’s saying, I realize I actually can’t be surprised. I spread my arms in a gesture that it’s all good. “Hey… there are no strings between us. We agreed on that.”
He studies me, head tilted slightly as if he’s trying to figure out something. “We’ll find other ways to see each other.”
I give him a noncommittal smile, but deep down—a place I don’t want to give a lot of attention to—hope we find a way. You know, that whole addiction thing. I suppose we can hook up at away games, not that I will be going to all of them.
Or maybe we just end it.
The thought makes my chest heavy.
But then I can’t think about it anymore as Drake straightens in his chair, leans forward, and rests his elbows on his knees.
His eyes punch right into me. “Spread your legs,” he commands.
My chin jerks inward because even though I know he’s a dirty talker and does even dirtier things when he sets his mind to it, his order is shocking.
“Excuse me?”
His eyes pin to mine. “Open your legs. I want to know if you put on anything under my T-shirt, which looks very good on you, by the way.”
“You want me to spread my legs just so you can see if I’m wearing panties?” I tease.
His eyes flame with an intensity that makes my heart slam against my ribs. “No, I want you to spread your legs so I can watch you play with yourself. Then we’re going to do a repeat of our first time together when I fucked you bent over the desk. And then I’m going to make you come to bed and get a little sleep.”
The rush of emotions is almost unbearable. Shock over his crudity, lust just thinking about his promises, and tenderness that he would care whether I got some sleep.
There’s only one thing I can do in this situation.
I shift myself in the big executive chair and spread my legs, resting my feet on the edge of the desk. My hand drifts down, and Drake watches hungrily as I touch myself.
CHAPTER 10
Drake
I wake earlier than usual, and for a few reasons. I’m a morning person by nature, so I’ve got an internal alarm that cannot be snoozed. I have immediate and full awareness of where I am—in Brienne’s bed with my body curled around hers. This is troubling because I’ve not stayed all night before and had not meant to, so my mind is preoccupied with making an exit.
Christ, I should be exhausted, but I’m exhilarated. After I found her in her office working last night, I never did fuck her bent over the desk, but only because condoms weren’t within reach. I plucked her out of her chair after she drove me crazy by touching herself and brought her back to her bedroom.
Where I proceeded to have her bent over the side of her bed.
It was just like in her office in one fundamental aspect—the all-encompassing way in which I possessed her. What man doesn’t love a good doggie-style romp where you can grab onto hips, look down, and treat yourself to front-row porn? But last night, same as in her office that first time, I ended up curling my body over hers. Pressed my torso into her back, wrapped my arms around her—one at her stomach, the other right at the base of her throat—and held tight as I tunneled into her.