Play Me

I spent more time going over the books with the controller and still had no clue why the previous coach had allowed and approved the expenses he had. But everything had been reported correctly except to me at the purchase of the team. That alone was grounds for fraud, but I wanted to see the internal investigation through. And with the board slowly warming up to me, it seemed everything was within my grasp.

Everything except time for a family at this point.

We hadn’t talked about kids again. And I knew I was jumping the gun, but I needed a plan for all possibilities. More and more I found myself wanting to have that life. But with everything, there were trade-offs. I just had to figure out that balance. It was harder than I’d imagined.

Later. There is no rush.

It was late, and I’d sent off my last report when there was a knock on the door. Everyone was gone but Hunter.

“Come in.”

Hunter strolled in and shut the door. “I wanted to see if Ms. Wales was available for a meeting.”

“What did you have in mind? I’ll have to see if she’s available.”

“I was thinking dinner, maybe a movie?”

“Is that it?”

“Well, at the end of the night, I was hoping I might get lucky.”

I stood and walked around the desk and leaned against it. “And what would you do if you got lucky?”

Hunter locked the door and casually leaned against it. “Well… first, I would undress her.”

I reached for the tie of my wraparound dress and let it fall open. Hunter’s eyes widened as it exposed my lacy black bra. I let the dress slide down my arms and onto the carpet, leaving me in my bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. “What would you do next?”

“Well, I would run my hands up her body until they landed on her breasts. My fingers would slowly roll her nipples until they were dark and hard…”

I followed his directions, a soft moan escaping me.

Hunter murmured, “Fuck me.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

He ran his hand through his hair, watching me with hooded eyes.

“What would you do next?”

“I would trail kisses down her body while my fingers made their way to her pussy, teasing her, making her want me to push them in deep.”

My hands trailed down my body until I reached my clit, barely grazing it. My body was revved up and needy for Hunter. I whispered, “Hunter.”

“I would push my fingers in just a bit, making her wish for my cock.”

I pushed my panties aside and teased myself. His eyes were on fire, and he looked like it physically pained him to stay away. I sucked on my lip and moved further up my desk, exposing myself to his hot gaze.

He let out a string of curses as I lay back on the desk, giving Hunter an unrestricted view. I trailed my fingers down my body and touched my clit again, barely touching it and sending shivers through my body.

“You are the most beautiful fucking thing I have ever seen in my life.”

I dipped my finger inside my core and moaned. “What would you do next?”

“I would take my fingers out, leaving her wanting more, reminding her she’s mine.”

Reluctantly, I took my fingers out and brought them back to my nipples. “She is yours. Completely. But she needs to come… badly.”

“Close your eyes.”

I obeyed. Within seconds, I felt his breath against my sex, and I shivered. “Next, I would taste her sweetness, savor her. Keep your eyes closed.”

His tongue traced up my slit, and I nearly came undone as he worked me up into a feverish frenzy. When I was on the cusp of coming, he withdrew.

I groaned in frustration. “Hunter…”

The weight of his body was on me and I felt the tip of his dick tease my entrance. Hunter moved the cups of my bra, freeing them, and hoisted them up. His hands intertwined with mine while teeth teased my nipples. I arched in response and begged, “Please.”

The tip of his dick entered a little deeper, and he sucked harder on my breast. That was going to leave a mark for sure. I nearly came on the spot, knowing he’d marked me. My legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to enter me. Of course, he only teased me more while he moved to my other breast, sucking to the point of pain. When his mouth captured mine, he thrust inside of me. It was deep, raw, and beautiful.

We raced to the finish.

Sweet euphoria claimed me as we kissed and swallowed each other’s moans. The pace slowed as we rode out our orgasms. Sweat was beaded all over my skin and our kisses slowed.

“I love you,” I whispered.

“I love you more.”

We were sprawled on my desk, kissing sweetly. “So what happens when you get lucky first?”

“I still take my girl to dinner and hope to get lucky again.”

“Oh, I can guarantee you will.”

“That’s good to know.”

Hunter eased out of me and cleaned himself up. I walked over to a decorative mirror that hung on the wall and saw the marks he’d left on my skin. He stepped up behind me and traced them with his thumbs. The image was incredibly erotic. “You’re mine.”

“Always. I like seeing your mark on me.”

His thumbs were working me up all over again. Hunter kissed the side of my neck. “Maybe I could get lucky twice before dinner. And this time, I want you to watch while I take you from behind.”

“I think that can be arranged.”

28

Kendall

“I’ve got this.” I took a deep breath, double-checking my calendar as I readied myself for the coming days. We were three days before the first game of the season. Our parents were coming in for the first game. Apparently, it was customary for the parents to meet. I knew this, but it all seemed archaic. Things were going smoothly—too smoothly—and I waited for the other shoe to drop.

Maybe it won’t.

Hunter and I were growing closer every day, and he had been true to his word. He was supportive of me and my career. I was so in love with him. And I hadn’t stopped my quest to find a work-life balance. Because of that, I was ready to take Mom’s advice and talk to Dad about my concerns. I hadn’t mentioned it to Hunter because I wasn’t sure where it would go. I wasn’t sure what the options were. It felt like it was all or nothing, but maybe that wasn’t the case.

Dad and Mom were making a pit stop in Bowling Green so I could talk to him before they went on to Los Angeles for an event. I was nervous and excited all at the same time.

Hunter came out of the shower, water still beading on his chest and the tattoos in stark relief against his skin. Behind him Nala slept peacefully on the hamper. He ran a towel through his hair before securing it around his waist. Just moments before, I’d been against the shower wall with Hunter buried deep inside me.

He is mine. And I am his.

Hunter ran a comb through his hair. Casually, he said, “What would you say to us coming out as a couple after the first game?”

I froze, my mascara wand halfway to my face. That had come out of left field. “I… uh…”

He paused for a second. “We’ve been together for nearly a month.”

Setting down my mascara, I turned his way. “I know, but it’s just that I don’t know what the right thing to do is. I didn’t think we would go public this quick. Things are just settling. I figured we would let it ride and see how the season goes.”

Hurt flashed across his face, and I hated that I had put it there. “You weren’t planning to wait until my contract ended, were you?”

I had actually planned on exactly that, but from the look of Hunter’s face, we weren’t on the same page… at all. Standing, I tried to center myself. “We’ve got so much on the line. A scandal wouldn’t help anything.”

He reared back as if I’d slapped him. “A scandal? Loving you isn’t a fucking scandal. It’s not a crime. I want people to know you’re mine. I want people to know I love you.”

“I love you, too, but…

”

“That sentence should never end in a but, Kendall.”

I remained silent, unsure what I to say. I was making a mess out of everything. We stared at each other. I was so scared to put our relationship out there and what it would mean to everything I’d worked for. I just needed time to talk to my dad and see my options.

I cleared my throat. “Hunter, work is important to me, you know this. I don’t understand where this is coming from.”

He took a step back. “I need a few days to think, Kendall.”

Now I felt like I had been slapped. “About what? I don’t understand.”

“Everything. I don’t know if I can play second to your career.”

“Okay,” I said numbly, my shoulders sagging. Even more hurt flashed across his face. I was spiraling out of control, unsure why I couldn’t get it right. “Are you breaking up with me?”

“No, but we need to take a few days and think about what we want.”