When I’m practically toe-to-toe with her, her head tipped back and blue eyes locked on mine, I tug at the belt around her waist. “What’s up with the raincoat? It’s dry as a bone outside.”

“I like to be mysterious,” she replies, her eyes sparkling with a knowledge I’m sure she’ll share soon.

She better share soon.

Knocking my hand out of the way, she drops hers to the knot in the belt and slowly undoes it. When the ends fall to her sides, those elegant fingers work at the big buttons. My eyes are helpless to look away and they about bulge out of my head when she pulls the raincoat open. I’m staring at her gorgeous body clad in a see-through red lace teddy, so transparent I can see she’s not wearing any panties under the short hem and I’m immediately hard with the need to have her.

Protectively though, my head whips around to make sure there’s no one else in the hallway and then I’m fumbling at my keys to get the door unlocked.

Pushing her inside, I mutter just before I take her mouth with mine, “I don’t think we’re going to make it to the bedroom again.”

?

We didn’t make it to the bed, but we did make it to the couch. I luckily had a condom in my wallet, and because we spent a lot of time learning each other’s bodies the last time we were together, we didn’t need to take that time now. We knew each other’s weak points and both of us went in for the kill.

It was fast, furious, no-holds-barred sex that was over way too quickly and yet may have been the most satisfying experience I’ve ever had with a woman. I never even got the teddy off and only pulled my pants down to my hips before I was inside of her.

My heart rate still hasn’t come down as she glides a hand along the side of my neck and says, “You played a great game tonight.”

I can’t help but grin. I’m still lodged inside of her and those are her first words post-coital bliss? “You watched, did you?”

“Well, I am the VP of Digital Marketing,” she says primly. “It’s my duty to watch.”

“You were watching me, admit it,” I tease.

“Maybe I was,” she replies but doesn’t outright admit it.

“Can you stay all night?” I ask, not able to stop the words from coming out. I had wanted tonight to unfold according to her terms so I could see just how cool she wanted to be, yet here I am, being totally uncool.

Emory’s face clouds. “I wish I could, but I can’t. It’s a school and work night and I want to be there when Felicity wakes up.”

I get it. I really do.

I still have a tiny flash of irritation, because this is exactly why I don’t date women with kids.

But the moment that irritation rises, it somehow dissipates like smoke in a strong breeze. Gone before I can even analyze it, and in its place is a measure of respect and awe because Emory is juggling life. She’s a single mom who has a singular responsibility to her child. Her next priority is her career, because that’s how she supports her kid, and I imagine her social life isn’t even next after that.

And somehow… I’m absolutely okay with that. In fact, I want Emory to feel that she can be with me, and still be a great mom and career woman. I vow right then and there that I’ll never pressure her otherwise.

Instead, I kiss her and ask, “Can you stay a little bit longer?”

Her smile is warm and genuine, and relieved that I asked the next best thing of her. “I’d like that.”

“Me too,” I reply, then I kiss her again.

CHAPTER 12

Emory

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror and wonder for the hundredth time if I’m making a mistake. About the time I tell myself it’s definitely a mistake, I offer five dozen excuses as to why it’s not.

I clearly want to go and there’s only a tiny part of me doubting the sanity in doing it, but frankly… Jett Olsson has turned out to be too much of a temptation.

And I’m not just talking about sex, although that has a lot to do with my desire to see him. Because it’s only the most mind-blowing sex I’ve ever had in my life—not that I’m all that experienced in that way. Past losing my virginity to my high school sweetheart my senior year and a few drunken one-night stands in college, the only long-term relationship I had was with my ex-husband. I thought that was good sex because it was all wrapped up in love and devotion.

Turns out, I knew nothing about sex at all.

But I digress.

I accepted Jett’s invitation to join him at The Sneaky Saguaro after tonight’s home game. He made clear it wasn’t a date, as he knows I still don’t want anyone in the organization to know we’re banging each other. Jett merely wanted me to come out and start becoming a more personal part of the organization. He assured me other members in the executive offices join the team after games, and that I should start doing the same.

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