I walked through the halls, staring at the framed Warriors jerseys and Austin’s baseball stars’ portraits. It had been a while since I had gone to the ballpark.
“Hey, there you are, darlin’.”
I turned as Dylan walked toward me. He looked sexy as hell. He was wearing a dark charcoal suit that was cut and fit him perfectly. It looked expensive. His eyes were brighter. Greener.
“Hey. How was practice? Where’s Isaac?” I looked around him for the other man who had stolen every part of my logic.
“Talking to Trip Steiner in the lobby.”
“Ahh.” Trip was the Warriors’ play-by-play caller on the local station.
“Ready to do this?” He tangled his fingers through mine and raised my left hand between us.
“I think so.”
He tugged me toward him. My heels tipped as I leaned into his body. I felt the vibrations rumble through his chest.
“You know I only went through with this for one reason,” he whispered.
I shook my head. “No, what was that?” My body raced with electricity. We were alone in the hallway.
His other hand wrapped around my waist, locking against my hip. “So I could have you whenever I want,” he answered.
I saw the devilish gleam in his eye.
“But I thought I was your boss?” I teased.
He brushed his lips over mine, dipping his tongue into my mouth. “Who was the boss last night?” he growled lowly.
My heart beat rapidly. My core twinged with the memory of being taken not once, but twice. Remembering what it felt like to be fucked by both of them, one after the other until my body felt nothing but magical pleasure.
“You,” I answered, knowing I was getting wetter by the second. “And Isaac.”
He nodded. “That’s right.” He brushed the hair from my cheek. “We own you, darlin’.”
“Mmmhmm.” I waited for his mouth again. My lips parted as he kissed me, shoving me against the wall. My back slammed into one of the framed prints, but I didn’t care. I’d lost all reason. Kissing Dylan was everything.
Everything about him was physical and strong. He took what he wanted. Ther
e was no hesitation. No doubt in his movements. His tongue stroked mine like a fucking kissing expert.
“Excuse me. Umm…Miss McCade?”
Dylan pressed his forehead to mine. “Fuck that was hot,” he whispered in my ear. He took a step back so I could compose myself.
“Yes?” I was embarrassed we had been caught, but I realized I shouldn’t have been. He was my fiancé, after all.
“It’s time for makeup. We start taping in fifteen.” The assistant held her clipboard to her hip.
“Thank you.”
“You can come with me.” She eyed Dylan. He had turned so she couldn’t see how his hard cock stretched the expensive suit pants he wore. “And Jeannette will be back to find you next.”
“Good to know.”
I waved at him as I followed her around the corner to the makeup chair.
“Sorry about that,” the girl apologized.