“I just need to eat a couple of these veggies first,” I said, popping a baby carrot into my mouth. “I skipped lunch.”
“The way you were just looking at Killian, I thought you wanted to eat him,” Keri said softly.
I gave her a panicked look. Was I that obvious?
“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ve known you for a long time, so I can read you better than other people can.”
I bit down on a cracker and nearly spit it out when I noticed Nicole walking across the room. My assistant had apparently changed for this event. She now wore a sparkly red top and a short black skirt with heels.
“Is she moonlighting as a hooker?” Keri muttered.
“I’m horrified right now,” I said softly. “I’ve told her the dress code applies at any work-related event.”
“Honey, she is a total ditz,” Keri said. “I’m sorry, but I’m not a fan.”
“I’m writing her up for this. One more strike and she’s fired.”
“The radio guy needs to get you on tape so he can get out of here.” She grabbed my plate from my hand. “Let’s see your teeth. Not that you’ll be on camera.”
I flashed her a quick smile.
“No broccoli in there. You’re good to go.”
She turned to lead me to the hallway where the reporter was waiting. I snuck one last glance back at Killian. Now it wasn’t the teenage girl fawning all over him, but Nicole. She apparently found something so amusing that she needed to squeeze his bicep while laughing about it.
I looked away, forcing down the anger welling in my chest. She’d better enjoy herself tonight because she and I would be having a long talk tomorrow, and it wasn’t gonna be pretty.
Killian
The last few fans were trickling out of the VIP suite, and the catering staff was busy cleaning up. Talking to the fans had been more fun than I’d expected. Some of the season ticket holders knew my stats better than I did.
I knew the other guys had enjoyed it, too. The enthusiasm the fans had for our recent winning streak was a big pat on the back for all our hard work.
Orion had been surrounded by fans all night. I’d watched the way he acknowledged and engaged with every one of them. Every fan he spoke to walked away with a smile on their face. My mom had always been that kind of a person, and it made me nostalgic for her.
“Killian?” a female voice sang out.
I looked over and saw Nicole giving me a pleading look.
“I need this box of t-shirts moved back to my office, and it’s so heavy. Would you mind?”
“Yeah, I’ll get it. Is the office open?”
She bit her lip while considering. “I don’t remember. I’ll walk with you so I can open it if you need me to.”
I picked up the box and followed her. On the way she made small talk about the game, but she seemed nervous for some reason. With her heavy makeup and revealing outfit, she reminded me of a little girl playing dress up. Nicole was so different from Sid that I was surprised they meshed.
The door was locked, and as soon as Nicole opened it and we stepped inside, I had an urge to get the hell out of there. If I was reading her signals right, she wanted me to do more than just drop this box off in her office.
“Just right there is good,” she said, pointing at an open corner of the main office suite.
I set the box down and turned for the door.
“I like you, Killian,” Nicole said. Her effort at sultriness made me cringe inwardly. “I just wanted to say that if you’re ever looking for something casual…I’m open to it. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
I took in a deep breath and let it out, wanting to choose my words carefully.
“I’m flattered,” I said, putting a hand on the door knob. “But Orion would beat my ass if I messed with anyone on the staff.”
“But you like Sidney.” The sultriness was gone. Now she sounded offended. Fuck.
“Of course I like her. I like everyone who’s part of the team.”
“I’ve seen the way you look at her.”
I turned to face Nicole, hoping to diffuse the situation. “I find Sidney attractive, yeah. But I know better than to think I can have a relationship with my team owner.”
It was technically true. I’d kissed her, pulled her hair and licked her gorgeous pink nipples, but never had we contemplated a relationship.
“She wouldn’t have to know.” Nicole unpinned her hair and it fell around her shoulders.
I cringed. “Shit, don’t do that. I’m not going out there with you looking like we just fucked. Fix your hair.”
“It’s because of her, isn’t it?” Nicole asked bitterly. “You’re afraid Sidney will find out.”
“There isn’t gonna be anything to find out.” I turned the door knob and opened the door. “Let me repeat. This is a firm no.”
I walked away, almost breaking into a run. Fucking hell. The last thing I needed was Sidney’s assistant making a play for me. And, even worse, I now knew that Nicole didn’t respect Sidney. She had no problem breaking the rules behind her back, and Sid had been pretty good to her from what I’d seen.
I had to tell her. Sidney had Nicole in a position of trust, and she needed to know Nicole didn’t deserve it.
Now I just had to decide how to bring it up. I was weighing my options outside the door of the VIP suite when Sid walked out. Tonight she wore a Flyers blue sweater, black pants and Flyers blue heels. Her conservative style was becoming a huge turn-on for me. The world didn’t get to see her body. But I’d seen parts of it, and Christ, did I want to see more.
“Great job tonight,” she said, smiling. “This went better than I could have hoped for.”
“It was fun.” I took a deep breath and dove in. “Hey, can we talk in private for a second? Won’t take long.”
I could tell she was wondering if ‘talk’ was code for ‘fuck around’. Even though it wasn’t, the thought of being alone with her was appealing. An image of her standing in her office, tits wet from my mouth, sprang into my mind.
How the hell had I managed to keep my hands in my pockets yesterday? I’d make no such promises if I got her alone tonight.
Sidney
I paused for a second, wondering if I could trust myself to be alone with him. But the look on his face told me this was an actual thing, not just an attempt to continue what we’d started in my office.
“Sure.” I followed him down the hall and around a corner to a quiet, empty spot.
“Let’s step in here, actually,” he said, opening a door and reaching around for a light switch. “I don’t want anyone to overhear.”
It was a supply room. Boxes labeled ‘toilet paper’ and ‘hand soap’ were stacked neatly on shelves, and brooms, towels and other cleaning supplies were organized against the back wall.
“What’s up?” I asked, my curiosity bordering on concern.
Killian blew out a breath and I could tell that whatever it was, he didn’t like it.
“Nicole made a pass at me.”
A knot of tense anger balled in my stomach. It didn’t surprise me. Her outfit was probably part of the plan she’d formed to seduce him tonight. But the flare of jealousy it brought on didn’t feel like that of a disappointed boss. More like a scorned girlfriend, which I was not.
“Did anything happen?” I asked.
Killian lowered his brows and glared at me. “You have to ask me that? Of course not, Sid.”
I rubbed my forehead. My issues with Nicole were now more than just an annoyance.
“I have ongoing problems with her,” I admitted. “She’s a lousy assistant. Her attitude’s bad and she’s lazy. I’ve told her there’s zero tolerance for fraternization with the players.”
“I’m really surprised you’d put up with this. Why don’t you fire her?”
I wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and stared up at the ceiling.
“It’s a hard situation because she’s the daughter of someone very dear to me.
A college professor who believed in me when no one else did. I’m indebted to Jane, and giving her daughter a job when she needed one was the easiest decision I’ve ever made.”
“Yeah, but you’ve got a right to expect her to do the job well.”
“I know,” I said, my tone sharper than I’d intended. “Sorry. I’m not upset at you at all. Having someone like her on my staff is about as un-Sidney Stahl as it gets. I’m just frustrated.”
Killian put a hand on my shoulder and turned me around gently. His hands replaced my own on my neck, and he pressed his thumbs in circular motions that eased away the tension there.
“God, that feels good,” I said softly.
His low ‘hmm’ was a cross between satisfied and hungry.
“I’m writing her up,” I said, trying to stay focused on our conversation. “For the outfit. Do you want me to keep what you told me just between us?”
“No, I don’t care if she knows I told you.”
His hands were on my shoulders now, working magic that made me sure I’d melt into a puddle any moment.
“Did she touch you?” I asked.
“No. We were a good ten feet apart when it happened. But she made her intentions very clear.”
“What is wrong with her? I’m so lax with her but she won’t even follow the few rules I do set.”
My annoyance with Nicole was sabotaged by Killian’s massage, which was relaxing me whether I wanted it or not.
“I just want you to be careful,” he said. “Everyone else around here who works for you is loyal. Barb and Keri would walk through fire for you. Orion’s a big fan, too. But Nicole doesn’t have your back.”
I nodded slightly, his words sinking in. “That’s more of a problem than her wanting to screw one of my players,” I said softly.
“Yep. But nothing you can’t handle.”
His faith in me erased the last shred of stress.
“You were quite the ladies’ man tonight, Captain,” I said. “I thought that teenager was about to go Girls Gone Wild on you.”
He grunted dismissively and leaned his face down to my ear.
“I didn’t get any attention from the one woman I wanted it from,” he said. His words sent a shiver of arousal through me from head to toe.
“You’ve got my attention now.”
“So I do. And what am I gonna do with it?”
He slid my hair over one shoulder, his lips brushing across my exposed neck. The scruff on his face against my skin made me tingly.
Right or wrong, I wasn’t capable of stopping this. It was too blissful. In these moments with him, I wasn’t a take-charge multi-millionaire entrepreneur. I was a woman being brought to life by a man who made me helpless as I whimpered with pleasure.
Only he could make it better. Satisfying this ache was outside my control. And knowing I could trust him to take care of me this way felt better than I’d ever thought possible.
I turned around and wrapped my hands around his neck, sliding my hands into his short hair. His arm wound around my back to brace the impact when he shoved me against a concrete block wall.
His mouth demanded mine, the kiss hard and hot. I wrapped one leg around his hips, needing to feel his hard lines against my softer ones.
I couldn’t read the low growl in his throat – arousal or frustration? When he moved back, his eyes were dark and his expression was almost feral. He looked as out of control as I felt.
His hands went to the button on my pants and he opened them, grabbing the sides and jerking them down. A rush of realization told me he’d taken my panties down, too. He dropped to his knees and a hot sense of longing filled my veins.
“We both need this, Sid.” He looked up at me and our eyes locked. I nodded slightly and wound my fingers back into his hair, slowly pushing his face between my thighs.
“You sexy fucking girl.” His breath grazed my skin right before his tongue parted me open. I put my arm over my mouth, moaning into the fabric of my sweater to muffle the sound.
His mouth licked me hungrily, as if he couldn’t get enough. It was deep and hot and so damn good. I slipped one heel off and wiggled my leg out of the pants on that side, freeing my leg so I could put it on his shoulder, giving him better access.
“Sidney … fuck.” He wrapped a hand around my hip and pressed me against the wall, his tongue circling my clit now.
I dug my nails into his scalp and closed my eyes. I’d almost reached the point of no return. But why would anyone want to return, anyway? I’d never felt sexier, and this was going to be the best orgasm of my life. It was rising fast and hard and I was dying to give in to it.
Killian
She tasted incredible. I’d been ruined from the moment I saw the neat patch of dark red hair against her milky white skin, but her taste brought my arousal to a painful level.
Could I recover after this? Would I be able to look at any other woman’s pussy and feel this kind of clawing need? Considering I’d been having sex for more than a decade and I’d never felt this before, I doubted it.
“God, Killian,” she said breathlessly. “I’m gonna come.”
Her words sent a hot charge through my body. I wanted it so fucking bad – to hear her getting off, to feel it on my fingers and know that I’d been the one to give it to her.
It was painful, but I stopped.
“No,” she cried.
I hated myself. I’d brought her right to the edge and then left her unsatisfied. It was the ultimate dick move.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, confusion swimming in her eyes.
“I can’t.” I shook my head, frustrated. “I already dream about you every goddamn night, Sid. Getting you off a dozen different ways is all I fantasize about these days.”
“So you want it, but you can’t?”
I cupped her jaw in my hand. “I’m already half-fucking crazy for you. Once I make you come – once I feel your pussy spasming all over my fingers – I’ll be done for. It’ll make me possessive of you. I’ll want more. I’ll want all of you – mouth, pussy and ass.”
Her lips parted with shock. I couldn’t tell if she was scandalized or turned on.
“In the bedroom, I’d be in charge, boss,” I said. “Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
I scrubbed a hand over my face and groaned.
“I don’t know how much longer I can do this,” I said, stepping back. “I want you so fucking bad.”
She glanced at her watch and sighed. “I’m sorry, but I’m Keri’s ride and I’m leaving her waiting. I wasn’t thinking.”
I nodded, relieved. “Good. Let’s get the fuck out of here before my dick explodes from frustration.”
She pulled up her pants and ran her fingers through her hair to smooth it.
“So you like anal?” she asked.
My single, low note of laughter indicated my surprise at the question. “Yeah. And I’m hoping the answer to this question doesn’t kill me but I have to know – have you ever been fucked in the ass?”
Her cheeks flushed. “No. But I’d consider it, with the right man.”
I groaned loudly and stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah, you just killed me. Thanks for that.”
Sidney
The numbers on my treadmill ticked higher as I pushed myself into a sprint. God, I’d missed this treadmill. I loved starting every morning with a workout in my own apartment, but my Fenway condo didn’t have a place for one.
I was back in New York for two days of meetings. This was day two, and if it was anything like the first, my mind would wander to Killian throughout the day.
He’d texted me last night after a win in Louisiana. I hadn’t been able to catch the game online because of a dinner meeting. And, right now, the team bus was on its way home to Fenway.
After a few back and forth texts about the game last night, he’d taken my breath away with his last message.
Miss you, boss. Goodnight.
I missed him, too. Not that we were
together all the time, but when I was in my Fenway office, I liked knowing he was nearby at practice when the team wasn’t on the road.
I was an independent secure woman, and preferring to have any man nearby was a first for me. I’d always dated mostly for sex – never for companionship. And now I’d become a woman who hoped for a glance at a man in the hallway at work.
It was pathetic, but I’d stopped trying to change it. Killian did it for me in pretty much every way possible. Trying to pretend otherwise just added to my frustration.
The memory of the way his mouth had made me into a quivering mess of desperation was still very strong. I’d been grinding his face shamelessly and I knew if given the chance to do it again right now, I wouldn’t hesitate.
I’d gotten in bed with my vibrator both nights that had passed since then, reliving the encounter in my mind. In my fantasy, he finished me and then I got down on my knees and sucked him dry.
Even though I’d gotten two better than average orgasms out of the fantasy, I still woke up with an ache between my thighs. It wasn’t enough. Not when I knew what the real thing felt like.
The treadmill flashed its congratulatory message when I finished my workout and I jumped onto the sides, panting. Time for a quick shower and a long day at the office.
Was Killian as frustrated as I was? His words about taking my mouth, pussy and ass had me almost as hot as his exceptionally talented mouth had. I wasn’t a compliant woman in bed, so why was I so turned on by the thought of him marking his territory by fucking me every which way from Sunday?
I had a nagging worry in the back of my mind that he’d pound out his sexual frustration on a random like Celia. It made my stomach twist with anxiety. He couldn’t be mine, but I didn’t want him to be anyone else’s, either. I’d been told many times I thought like a man, and my irrational, possessive thoughts made me feel like one right now.
On the outside, I’d be Sidney Stahl, no-nonsense business woman. But on the inside, I was all nonsense. Crazy, happy, lusting nonsense for the man I couldn’t wait to see again.
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