“Good morning to you too.” She giggles against my lips as I push her against one of the rows of metal lockers that fill one side of the room.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I say, dragging my nose over her neck as one of my hands traces the delicate line of her shoulder on the opposite side. “I thought you worked from home?”
She arches her back, leaning into my touch as I reach her chest and my fingers trace the side of her tit. “I do. But I still have to be here if there’s a special event or a meeting. We have a staff meeting in ten minutes and I just heard that you guys were here, so I was coming to say hi.”
I chuckle, closing my hand around the perfect globe of her breast. “Hi.”
She takes a deep, shuddering breath as I give her a light squeeze, closing her eyes. “Hi.”
I take in her “office look” and I really like it; she looks more grown up, sexy and yet classy in a light pink blouse with a scooping neckline that leaves her arms uncovered and clings to her chest and stomach in all the right ways.
A dark gray pencil skirt enhances her hourglass figure, clinging to her hips and her shapely ass and I can’t resist the urge to grab one of her buttocks as I seize her lips into a deeper kiss.
“You look hot in your work clothes,” I murmur, nipping at her plump, bottom lip as I feel myself growing hard in my wingsuit overall. “I think you and I should have a ‘meeting.’”
“I’d love that, Jameson.” She giggles. “But I seriously need to be in the boardroom in ten minutes.”
I offer her my most devilish smile. “You have no idea how good I can make you feel in ten minutes, princess.”
Both my hands skim down her sides, lifting the thick fabric of her skirt up her thighs, reveling in the smooth softness of the skin of her outer thighs.
“Jameson,” she half-moans, half-protests when the tips of my fingers tease at the edge of her panties.
God knows I’ve hooked up with more girls than I can count on the beach, at parties, in locker rooms before and after competitions.
Normally it would all be about me and my pleasure, about what I want.
Right now I just want to hear her moan my name again. “Look at me, Lenley,” I order.
Damn, those green eyes are so beautiful, darkened by how much she wants me right now.
I fucking love the way this isn’t about being seen with a popular athlete, like it has always been with all our “groupies.”
This is about her wanting my hands and my mouth on her, taking a pleasure I’m more than willing to give.
“Jameson.” She moans again, as my fingers slip under her panties and feel how hot and wet she already is for me. “We can’t. I really have to go.”
I press two fingers against the smooth skin of her slit. “It won’t take me long, princess. I just want to make you come before your meeting.”
She squirms as I move my fingers down to her entrance and I feel her get wetter. “This isn’t a good idea. The others are all flying. Someone could come in here any second.”
I don’t care.
It’s on the tip of my tongue, but I know she doesn’t want to get caught like this. I know we should be careful. Shit like this is exactly what Ken warned us not to do, what earned us that stupid nickname. It doesn’t matter that since we met Lenley and she’s accepted our deal, we’ve only been to official parties and not had one hookup, except with her.
“You don’t want this?” I ask her, dying to feel more of her but reining myself in because the second she says no, this stops being fun.
“I do. I want this.” She pants. “I want ... you. But we really can’t here.”
I hate that she’s right. “Go out with me tonight?” I ask, pushing just the tips of my fingers inside her, just for a second; my cock throbs in my pants when she clenches around me. We both know what’s going to happen the second we’re alone, with time on our hands and a comfortable bed.
“I can’t tonight.” One of her hands is playing with the short hair at the nape of my neck, the other one is toying with the zipper at the front of my overalls. “Family dinner. But we can hang out tomorrow? Just the two of us?”
“I really like the sound of that.” I growl, forcing myself to take my fingers out of her panties. “Just give me one kiss for the road?” I ask.
She complies, her lips soft and yet demanding, making me rethink waiting until tomorrow night. “Fuck, you’ve really become good at this kissing thing,” I say, biting a little harder and loving the way she doesn’t back off but bites me right back.
“I’ve had a really good teacher.”
Her smile is full of mischief.
“You have no fucking idea how many things you’re going to learn with us, princess.”
The door to the locker room opens and I hear it just in time to take a couple of steps back from Lenley.
I turn to see a shocked, furious Penn standing behind me.
“What the fuck is going on here?” he barks, his eyes flitting between the two of us.
I look at Lenley’s bright eyes and flushed cheeks, at the way her chest is rising and falling as she tries to calm down. I smile at the way Penn takes it all in and his fists clench at his sides.
“I—” Her cheeks redden even more as she looks at her childhood friend. “I just came in here to say hi to our guests,” she offers.
“Lenley, this is the men’s locker room. You shouldn’t be here.”
I can’t help but grin at his clipped tone. As if we both hadn’t brought girls into the locker rooms of countless venues more times than I can remember. And yet, my friends and I get a bad name for it and Penn is the squeaky clean, wholesome heartthrob.
“Get over yourself, Penn.” I laugh, loving how his scowls deepens the more he looks at Lenley. “There’s no one else here. It’s not like she stepped into a room full of naked men.”
He narrows his eyes as he snaps. “Don’t get too fucking comfortable here, asshole. This whole stupid friendship thing will be over as soon as Gina sees how associating with loser scum like you drags our name down.”
Lenley shakes her head. “Be nice, Darrius. You heard what Mom said. Now I have to go or I’ll be late to that staff meeting. See you at dinner, Darrius.” Her eyes meet mine and I love the way she smiles. “Talk to you later, Jameson.”
I throw one last look at Penn as I follow Lenley out of the locker room. “I was going to get a massage anyway.”
I walk in the opposite direction to the boardroom with a perverse sense of satisfaction blooming in my chest. Penn didn’t get no fucking smile.