clothes on.”
“It’s seven to ten. And I haven’t seen you completely…wel …you know.”
“You’re kil ing me, Samantha. You real y are.”
“What?” she asked innocently.
“Come on, you haven’t looked at al ?”
She shrugged.
“Come on, fess up. You’ve peeked,” he lightly accused.
“Wel …peeked is not the right word.” A smug satisfied smile appeared on his face. She rushed to explain. “What I mean is, you guys are walking around not even trying to cover up. What’s a girl to do?” She saw the skeptical look in his eyes. She started to panic. What if he told his teammates? What if he told one of the reporters?
“And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” He flicked one of the cards on his chin in a contemplated state. “There is one thing I don’t get.”
Samantha knew she was going to regret this, but asked, “What’s that?”
“You’ve seen my…let’s cal it my ‘package’ and you stil won’t go out with me? That hurts, Samantha. My ego may never recover.”
“There’s nothing wrong with your package.” Geez, men were so sensitive when it came to that.
“I know.” He pointed a card at her. “It’s too big, isn’t it?” His wicked smile appeared again.
Samantha threw a card at him. “It is not too big.”
“Ouch, too smal ?”
“Geez, Ryan it’s not like I had a good look at it.”
“Want to have a good look at it?”
The image of her doing that and more flashed through her mind. Look, touch, caress, and…what was he doing to her? “This conversation is ridiculous!”
“Funny, I found it quite…stimulating”
She swept up the cards and tried to stuff them back in the case. When the cards wouldn’t cooperate she threw them into her purse as she struggled to stand. Ryan fol owed her lead and helped her up. His presence fil ed the elevator. She took a deep cleansing breath but al she succeeding in doing was to catch his scent. As if he wasn’t potent enough he had to go and splash some woodsy cologne on. There was no escaping him. She began to pace the floor, which only consisted of four steps forward, turn, and repeat.
“Stop it, wil you?”
“I can’t stand here and do nothing. I’m hungry and bored.”
Ryan stuck his arm out, placing his hand on the elevator wal , halting her progress, and then as she turned his other arm shot out to do the same.
“Then let me entertain you.”
His lips descended on hers. The smal space of the elevator col apsed around her as her breathing became hampered by the onslaught of his kiss. Her legs went weak. As if he knew, his hand left the wal and came to rest on the curve of her hip, bringing her roughly to him. His other hand found its way into the waves of her hair. His tongue began to play along her lips until she whimpered. Did that desperate sound come from her?
He held himself a breath away and murmured against her trembling, swol en lips, “I bet I’m hungrier than you.” Once again, his mouth claimed hers, proving him right.
He didn’t just taste her – he fed on her as she savored the flavor of cherry Gatorade. His kiss fil ed her right down to her soul until the hunger began to consume her and she started to feed on him. Her hands roamed to his shoulders. So strong and solid and the opposite of what she was feeling. What would it be like to cling to his shoulders while she climaxed? A moan escaped her throat at the erotic thought.
She deserved this. She needed this. And she was taking it.
His hand left her hip and drifted up in a caress to close around the swel of her aching breast. She felt the floor fal away…no, the floor was fal ing away. The elevator had begun its descent to the main lobby. How many people were down there waiting for them? She pictured the whole footbal team and her col eagues standing in the lobby. The team would whoop it up and her col eagues would have a story for the gossip pages. She’d be ridiculed and possibly lose her job. She tore her lips
“It’s seven to ten. And I haven’t seen you completely…wel …you know.”
“You’re kil ing me, Samantha. You real y are.”
“What?” she asked innocently.
“Come on, you haven’t looked at al ?”
She shrugged.
“Come on, fess up. You’ve peeked,” he lightly accused.
“Wel …peeked is not the right word.” A smug satisfied smile appeared on his face. She rushed to explain. “What I mean is, you guys are walking around not even trying to cover up. What’s a girl to do?” She saw the skeptical look in his eyes. She started to panic. What if he told his teammates? What if he told one of the reporters?
“And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.” He flicked one of the cards on his chin in a contemplated state. “There is one thing I don’t get.”
Samantha knew she was going to regret this, but asked, “What’s that?”
“You’ve seen my…let’s cal it my ‘package’ and you stil won’t go out with me? That hurts, Samantha. My ego may never recover.”
“There’s nothing wrong with your package.” Geez, men were so sensitive when it came to that.
“I know.” He pointed a card at her. “It’s too big, isn’t it?” His wicked smile appeared again.
Samantha threw a card at him. “It is not too big.”
“Ouch, too smal ?”
“Geez, Ryan it’s not like I had a good look at it.”
“Want to have a good look at it?”
The image of her doing that and more flashed through her mind. Look, touch, caress, and…what was he doing to her? “This conversation is ridiculous!”
“Funny, I found it quite…stimulating”
She swept up the cards and tried to stuff them back in the case. When the cards wouldn’t cooperate she threw them into her purse as she struggled to stand. Ryan fol owed her lead and helped her up. His presence fil ed the elevator. She took a deep cleansing breath but al she succeeding in doing was to catch his scent. As if he wasn’t potent enough he had to go and splash some woodsy cologne on. There was no escaping him. She began to pace the floor, which only consisted of four steps forward, turn, and repeat.
“Stop it, wil you?”
“I can’t stand here and do nothing. I’m hungry and bored.”
Ryan stuck his arm out, placing his hand on the elevator wal , halting her progress, and then as she turned his other arm shot out to do the same.
“Then let me entertain you.”
His lips descended on hers. The smal space of the elevator col apsed around her as her breathing became hampered by the onslaught of his kiss. Her legs went weak. As if he knew, his hand left the wal and came to rest on the curve of her hip, bringing her roughly to him. His other hand found its way into the waves of her hair. His tongue began to play along her lips until she whimpered. Did that desperate sound come from her?
He held himself a breath away and murmured against her trembling, swol en lips, “I bet I’m hungrier than you.” Once again, his mouth claimed hers, proving him right.
He didn’t just taste her – he fed on her as she savored the flavor of cherry Gatorade. His kiss fil ed her right down to her soul until the hunger began to consume her and she started to feed on him. Her hands roamed to his shoulders. So strong and solid and the opposite of what she was feeling. What would it be like to cling to his shoulders while she climaxed? A moan escaped her throat at the erotic thought.
She deserved this. She needed this. And she was taking it.
His hand left her hip and drifted up in a caress to close around the swel of her aching breast. She felt the floor fal away…no, the floor was fal ing away. The elevator had begun its descent to the main lobby. How many people were down there waiting for them? She pictured the whole footbal team and her col eagues standing in the lobby. The team would whoop it up and her col eagues would have a story for the gossip pages. She’d be ridiculed and possibly lose her job. She tore her lips
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