He would want to make my clit throb and pulse for him. He’d say dirty things. He’d tell me to do things to him, I’d never tried before. I slid a finger inside myself slowly, caressing my walls. I squeezed around it. Oh, shit. I could only imagine the taste of Isaac on my lips. I pictured his dark broody stare. I wondered what his deep voice would sound like in my ear. I wanted to know what he’d tell me to do. What things he would say made him hard. Would he want to lick me? My fingers pumped faster, making a rhythm that needed all my attention. I rubbed the lace over my clit. One man inside me. One man teasing the rest of me. Oh, God, yes. Yes. I wanted them both touching me. Moving inside me. Watching me. Telling me how dirty and hot I was. How my body made them hard as steel. So fucking hard.
I never climaxed this quickly on my own, but it was like an avalanche. My hands raced over my body, trying to coax it to an orgasmic peak. I flashed between Dylan and Isaac. I couldn’t settle on one. They were woven into one epic man. The fantasy tore through me as I convulsed around my fingers.
I panted silently, closing my eyes.
What was that? I breathed deep gulps of air.
I let my hand slide from my soaked panties and rest on the flatness of my stomach. I had actually lost it. I had lost it.
I picked up the wine glass and dumped the rest in the sink. I needed a shower and bed. I had to put an end to this tomorrow.
No more meetings with players. No fake engagements. I’d put the team back together another way. Charlie Maine could help me. I made a mental note to call her first thing in the morning as I climbed in bed.
But my body still buzzed from the orgasm and as exhausted as I was, those green eyes and that killer smile haunted me. My lids grew heavy and I thought I heard Isaac’s husky voice. It might have been minutes or hours, but I wrestled with my impulses toward those men until I finally fell asleep.
Ten
Dylan
I couldn’t believe it. I felt pretty damn good about what had just happened. Rocks was pissed.
Steve looked at me. “Congratulations, Dylan. Looks like you will be spending your season with Vanessa McCade.”
I knew I should have felt like I had just been shackled. But I didn’t. In some way, I felt like I had a complete victory. She was mine and she didn’t even know it yet. No one actually expected me to be committed to one woman for the season. That was damn crazy.
The other guys began to shuffle out of the room, a few of them looked relieved they hadn’t been tapped for the job. Isaac stayed behind.
He waited until everyone was gone and then he turned on me.
“You don't seriously want her, do you?”
“Why wouldn’t I? I just dropped seventy-five grand.”
“Because you always dick around. You fuck anything in a skirt. How do you think you’re going to handle being a fiancé for an entire season?” I heard anger in his voice.
“Because it’s fake, man. I’m not actually engaged. I can do whatever I want—including her.”
Isaac looked annoyed. I had seen that look on his face before usually before he threw a punch.
I stared at him. “You want her?”
“Damn it, Dylan.”
I couldn’t believe this shit. “You want Vanessa McCade. You have a little crush don’t you?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
I laughed. It was hard to get under his skin. He was like an iceberg, until now.
“Say it and I’ll shut up.”
He glared at me. “Hell yes I do. Why do you think I kept bidding?”
It wasn’t funny anymore. “Fuck. I thought you were just trying to piss off Rocks.” I ran my hand over the back of my neck. “We’ve never fought over a woman before. We don’t do that shit.”
Isaac shook his head. “No we haven’t. And I don’t want to start now. Not with the season so close. And not with a woman we both only met this morning.”
I sat in the chair, feeling the weight of my shoulders slide down my back. “I didn't realize she could cause us a problem. I thought it was fine. And I wasn’t about to let Rocks win.”
Isaac sat next to me. “We couldn’t let Rocks have her. That wasn't going to happen.”
“What do we do? I’m out seventy-five grand.”
Isaac looked at the ceiling. There was chipped paint and in the corners part of the sheetrock had crumbled. “There's nothing to do. You won. She’s yours. Congratulations on your engagement.” He slapped me on the back.
I looked at my best friend. It was hard not to laugh at how fucked up this entire situation was. I didn’t want to be engaged. I wanted to fuck her. And this was my best chance. Isaac obviously felt the same way.
“Want to grab a beer?” Isaac asked.
“Yeah.” I nodded, standing. “We need a few after this hell of a night.”
“But there’s one thing.” He stopped me.
“What’s that?”
He paused. “You have to tell me what an amazing fuck she is. I want every dirty detail. Everything.”
For a second I felt guilty. Guilty that I may have taken away his chance for an incredible fuck. I nodded. “Every fucking detail, man. I swear.”
Isaac grinned. “And maybe I can propose when you break it off,” he joked.
“Don’t feel bad. Candy would be happy to keep you company this season.” I waggled my eyebrows.
He groaned. “No thanks. She’s more your type than mine.”
“Come on, beer and I think this might be my last night of freedom,” I joked. That wasn’t going to happen.
Isaac looked at me suspiciously. “You’re serious?”
“No. I’m always going to be a free man. Maybe if I’m lucky, I can take two home tonight.” I flashed a smile.
Isaac shook his head as we walked toward the parking garage.
Eleven
Vanessa
I wasn’t a pacer. I never paced. But this morning it was all I could do. The edges of my high heels dug into the cheap carpet behind the desk. If I kept up this speed I would wear a track on one side of the office.
Candy poked her head inside the door. "Can I get you some more coffee?" She asked.
“No.” I shook my head "I think I've had plenty of coffee for one morning. Another cup and I might have to sprint around here.”
“All right. If you need something let me know. And by the way, Isaac Price is here to see you."
My heart fluttered and my stomach flipped. "He is?" Was he here because he was the one? Had Steve appointed him as my fiancé?
Candy nodded. "Yes, he said you to had set up a meeting for this morning. That you wanted to go over some player issues together."
I felt disappointed. I remembered we had scheduled another meeting. "Oh. Ok send him in.”
At least the meeting gave me a reason to stop pacing like a caged tiger. And then there was last night. I had imagined him touching me, licking me, staring at my naked body. I felt the heat course between my legs. I had to get a grip.
I looked up when he entered the room. He looked different than yesterday. More gorgeous if that was possible. I could smell his cologne. And his hair still looked wet as if he had just stepped from the shower.
“Good morning.” I smiled.
“Good morning, Vanessa. Are you ready for our meeting? I brought player notes. It’s all in one place instead of all the guys bombarding you throughout the day.”
I nodded my head. I wasn't ready for anything. I knew there was a sudden sadness inside me, knowing he was here only to talk business. It was silly. I was supposed to be a businesswoman now. I was the owner of a multibillion-dollar franchise. I was powerful and in command. But all I felt was scared and vulnerable. I didn't know what I was doing. Being near Isaac even for a brief second made me feel safe and protected. As if I could siphon off some of his strength and confidence. He was the kind of man who knew what he wanted. And this was his world. He loved football. He lived it and breathed it. It practically seeped from his pores.
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��Everything okay?” he asked.
“I just didn't get much sleep last night,” I explained. I wasn’t about to go into the details of my fantasy with Dylan.
“Would it have anything to do with Steve Drucker’s campaign?”
I felt the horror of my embarrassment. My eyes flashed to his. “You know about that?”
He nodded. “Don't worry. I signed an NDA. All the guys did.”
“All?”
“Yeah. There were a group of us who were candidates. I guess that's what you would call us. The unmarried unattached guys.”
I reached for the corner of my desk to steady myself, but I missed. Instead I ended up tumbling forward and landing in Isaac’s arms. I looked up into his eyes as his hands wrapped around my waist. I felt tiny and small. I didn't want to move. I wanted to say there while he held me as the warmth of his hands spread through the fabric of my silky thin shirt.
“Gotcha.”
“I-I can't believe that happened. I’m mortified. How many? How many of the players were there?” I hadn’t thought about how I would feel if other people knew the plan. It was worse than I could have imagined. What had Steve gotten me into? My reputation as a professional woman was ruined with these guys.
Isaac didn't let me go. In fact, his grip grew tighter. His fingers circled around my waist, winding until they locked at the small of my back.
“Don’t worry about the number.”
I shook my head. “I’m so humiliated.”
“Don’t be,” he whispered.
I was lost in the dark smolder of his eyes. I should protest. I should demand he release me.
“What are you doing?” I asked without much force. I was content to be wrapped against him. It felt good. He felt good.
His lips parted. I realized I had been too focused on his eyes. His lips were firm and shaped like a bow. They suddenly looked completely edible.
“There is something I want before I watch you be engaged to another man for the entire season.”
“There is?” I asked softly.
“Hell yes.”
I didn't ask him what it was. I didn’t have a chance. Isaac’s lips crashed into mine, taking complete control of my mouth.
I’d never fallen into a kiss like this. His tongue twisted along mine, sliding and grinding, claiming my lips and my mouth. I felt the roughness of his stubble graze over my skin as he pressed harder, burning my lips with pressure and delicious possession. His hand slid along my chin, turning my face upward. I groaned as he bit tenderly on my lower lip.
The flames started to kindle in my core. I could feel them smoldering between my legs as his lips moved along my throat. He kissed my neck. Behind my ear. His hands coasted over my body, grazing my breasts through my blouse. I sighed when he cupped my bottom with a rough squeeze before working his way back up my spine.
He found my lips again. This time his tongue plunged in my mouth with hunger. I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was inhale this man. A man who was everything masculine and strong. A man who could hold me and kiss me until I was senseless. Until I forgot I was ownership. Until I forgot he was a player. My player.
My eyes opened.
“Why? Why did you do that?” I blinked, trying to catch my breath. My heart pounded. My veins pulsed with electricity. My lips burned.
“What do you mean?” Isaac smiled. He didn't look like he regretted a single second of that kiss.
“Why do you think you have the right to kiss me? You can't do that. That’s not appropriate work place behavior.” I stumbled for words to make me sound like I had an ounce of authority.
“I can’t kiss you? You're getting ready to take on a fake fiancé. I don't think you're the one who should be handing out moral codes,” he mocked.
I was irritated. Annoyed that I liked the kiss so much, and furious that I wanted another one. I wanted to lock the door and pretend I didn’t have a mountain of problems waiting for me on the other side.
“Well, it can't happen again. There are boundaries. And you can't cross that one.”
Isaac crossed his arms, his biceps bulging. “I got the message. I also got what I wanted.”
“Maybe we should cancel our meeting,” I suggested. I was rattled and heated at the same time. The tingling in my core hadn’t evaporated.
I wanted to hide behind my desk. I wanted to shrink behind the computer. I was embarrassed that he knew so much about the engagement, and he knew how much I enjoyed his lips melting into mine.
He shook his head. “Oh no. We need to have this meeting. There's a lot at stake for the team. I promised them I would bring their concerns to you. I’m not the kind of man to go back on my word. Besides, I think you'll like your fiancé.”
My eyes lifted to his. “Does that mean you know who he is?”
He nodded. “I do.”
“Are you going to tell me?”
He shrugged his massive shoulders. “It depends. Are you going to cancel the meeting, Vanessa?”
I thought about the options. I thought about how dangerous it was having Isaac in my office. The nearness of him drove me crazy. But my curiosity was at an all-time high.
“Just tell me. Tell me who it is.” I exhaled, grimacing at the shameless way I begged for information.
“It’s Dylan.”
Oh my God. I couldn't believe it. I couldn't believe him. Was he messing with me? Was he trying to get a reaction from me?
“Dylan James? You can't be serious.”
“I am. He's yours for the rest of the season. Or maybe it's the other way around.”
My eyes cut quickly. “What does that mean?”
“Exactly what I said. Which way is it?” He folded his arms and watched me.
“I can’t believe you would ask me that. I have no idea how this is going to work. But I don't belong to anyone, Isaac.” I felt the fire in my stare. I wasn’t property.
“Got it. I’ll stay out of it. I got what I wanted.” He smirked. It was annoying how much sexier he was now that I knew all the things his tongue could do.
“The kiss?”
“I wanted to taste you. I wanted to hear how you would moan.”
There was an undeniable quiver in my belly. I was afraid my knees would give way.
He leaned in closer. I could feel the heat of his breath over my cheek. “I don't care how fake the relationship is, I’m not going to help you cheat on my best friend. If you belong to him then you're off-limits to me.”
“I just finished telling you that I don't belong to anyone.” I realized I was making the argument that I was available. That somehow he shouldn't worry about the arrangement with Dylan. The kiss had me upside down.
“I live by a code, Vanessa. I’m not going to break it.”
My chest heaved. Did the fact that he was telling me there would be no more kisses make me want more? I wanted to grab his hands and put them on my ass. I wanted to press my body into him. I wanted to feel his tongue again.
“And that kiss was within the code?” I was trying to understand.
He rubbed the scruff on his jaw. “Your engagement hasn’t been announced. I figured I had a little time until you were someone else’s woman.” He winked.
I didn’t know whether to be furious or grateful. Whether to throw him out of my office or ask him to throw me on the desk.
I also didn’t know how I was going to make it through this meeting without thinking about all of that. Isaac Price was dangerous.
Twelve
Dylan
It all came down to an auction. The woman had fallen into my hands. I had to be the luckiest mother fucker there was on the team.
Isaac was with her now. He said they had a scheduled meeting. I figured he would break the news to her before Steve had a chance to talk to her about what happened last night. As long as Rocks wasn’t the one who ended up with her, I think we all could agree it was the best outcome for her.
And I got to fuck her this season.
; I stood in the lobby, waiting for Candy to tell me I could be seen.
Isaac strolled down the hall.
“Hey brother, you headed in?” he asked.
I nodded. “Thought I should get the details worked out.”
“I told her.”
“How did it go?”
Isaac looked off to the side. Candy was listening to us eagerly. “Let’s go in here for a second.” I followed him into an empty conference room.
The Warriors logo was faded on the wall. I wondered what it was like to attend meetings here thirty years ago when the place wasn’t falling apart. I didn't think anybody was left from those days. McCade had done a pretty good job of running everyone off.
Sure, playing for the Warriors was a way to get in the door for the AFA. That's what the trainers told me. The sports docs. It was something they could put on their resumes. A job with a professional team, working with incredible athletes. But they had no intention of staying.
“What’s up? How was the meeting? What did she say when you told her?” I knew I sounded like a guy on prom night. Sex was only hours away and the tux and corsage were just a pretty package on the way to the inevitable.
Isaac leaned against the wall. “Look, I kissed her.”
“What the fuck, man?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I won’t touch her once the engagement begins. I figured it was my last chance,” he admitted. “I didn’t do it to piss you off.”
The instinct to be mad vanished. I didn’t have a real claim on Vanessa. It was all fake. All for publicity. And I wasn’t the faithful type. Commitment didn’t mean anything to me. I wasn’t pissed at Isaac. It just surprised me coming from him.
I laughed. “I can’t blame you, she’s fucking gorgeous.”
“Yeah. Those eyes.” He looked down at his boots. “And you have her for the entire season. I didn’t think a kiss would matter. But I wanted to be upfront about it. It was the right thing to do.”
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