Double Daddy Trouble

“Is this a bad time?”

I startled her. She knocked a stack of folders onto the floor.

“Shit,” she mumbled.

“Sorry.”

I walked toward her, stooping to help her with the folders. My hand brushed over the warm silkiness of her wrist. Damn, there was something about this woman that drove me wild. It shouldn't be like this. This was all part of the game. Part of the season. Part of my job to keep the team going. But I couldn't help it, I was fucking drawn to her.

“Thank you.” She smiled. “Isaac told me there was an auction last night.”

“Yeah, I'm pretty good at bidding.”

“This is awkward. I don't even know what to say.”

“Don't be nervous, darlin’. I’ve got this under control. Let me handle Steve and everything else.” I saw the tenseness ease from her shoulders as the words left my mouth.

“Really?”

I didn't know what I was saying. I had committed to more than a fake relationship.

“Yeah, really. You look a little overwhelmed, darlin’. Did you ever think to ask for help?”

Her eyes fell to the floor. “I did, a little. I just met with Isaac. I wanted to get the players’ perspective on what's happening with the team transition. I know everyone is worried about the money and the salary negotiations.

We rose from the floor and she restocked the pile of folders on the corner of her desk.

“Right. The Isaac meeting.” I broadened my shoulders.

I couldn't help it. There was something damn territorial ripping through me. It had taken hold of the lining of my muscles. I knew my best friend’s lips had been on hers. That he had felt her under his hands. I didn't know if it turned me on, or made me want to claim her as my own. My palm pressed into the desk as I cupped her cheek. Her eyes lifted to mine.

“I know he kissed you.”

“You do?”

I nodded. “So it’s my turn to try something.”

I didn't give her a chance to respond. I pressed my lips against hers, pushing my tongue inside her mouth.

“Oh God,” she mewed into my lips.

My tongue flicked along hers. I sucked her soft lips. It was like holding innocence and sweetness in my arms. It had been so long since I had touched a woman who felt pure. My cock throbbed. It was a turn-on I had forgotten about. I brushed the hair from her face.

What the fuck was happening? I had tried to sear my lips into hers. To wipe the taste of Isaac off her mouth. But I fucking loved it.

I took a step back, watching her try to catch her breath.

“I guess we get to do that and a lot more this season.” I knew my voice was dark and husky. It was the one I reserved for bed. When women begged for me to say their name in the dark. When the sheets were tangled around us and they were coming hard on my cock.

Vanessa made me feel primal. She made me feel animalistic. I wanted to pick her up, lay her across the desk, and show her what a warrior could do for her.

“I-I don't know what to say. Dylan, I need time to think. To process this. I know it's all a game to you and Isaac. My grandfather just died and I'm dealing with so much right now. I don't know if the engagement is a good idea. And all the kissing…the kissing is confusing.”

Fuck. I had gone overboard. Done too much. Pressed too hard. Too fast.

“Come on, darlin’. Don't say that. I'll be the best damn fiancé Austin has ever seen. I promise you that.”

She twirled in her chair, dropping her face into her palms. “It's just too much. All of it.”