Page 48 of Gridlocked on the Gridiron

Isa’s words rang in her head. “I just don’t think you would’ve been intimate with him if you didn’t have feelings for him,” she’d said. “Just be careful, okay?”

Careful of what? She was happy with how things were. Teasing him at the picnic had been fun, and they’d set boundaries for the future. And honestly? If they slipped up again, she wasn’t going to complain. Her pussy throbbed just thinking of their night together.

She let her hand drift lower absentmindedly, noticing how slick she’d become at the thought of him. Well, touching herself to thoughts of him wasn’t off the table, was it? She parted herself, rubbing up and down slowly. She swirled her middle finger around her clit, the thought of Colton’s body over hers encouraging her.

Her breaths became shaky and stilted. Just as she started to close in on her climax, her phone rang. She thought about letting it go to voicemail but decided against it. Her mood was further ruined when she saw who was calling.

“What do you want?” She sounded irate, but more than that, she knew she probably sounded seductive as hell.

“Been thinkin’ about me?” She could hear his dumb grin from over the phone.

“I’m busy, Colton. What do you want?”

“Can’t a guy check in on his girlfriend every once in a while?”

“Fake. Fake girlfriend.”

“Fine. Fake. So what’cha doing?

She sighed, seeing her moment slip away. “Nothing anymore.”

“Good, I love to hear it. Come hang out, I’m bored.”

“That’s anti-boundaries. We agreed not to hang out outside of work.”

“Team bonding?” When she didn’t respond, he continued. “Then bring your little tablet and tell me all the things I need to do better.”

“On the field? Or do you need bedroom pointers?”

“You tell me, Luc. Anything you want me to do better?” Husky. His voice was oh-so-husky and she swallowed over the desire that grew inside her at the sound of it.

“What do I care? Won’t benefit me.”

“Just come, please. I’m bored.” He didn’t know how badly she’d wanted to come until he’d ruined it.

“I hate you.”

“If you show up in a Vipers shirt, I’m ripping it off of you.”

“I’d like to see you try.”

He grunted. “Room 1524.”

Lucia skipped the snacks, throwing on the Sabers sweatsuit she’d gotten her hands on. When the doors to the elevator opened, Cooper stood in the corner.

“Going up?” His smile was wide like he knew her secret.

“Oh, hi, Coop.”

He tipped his cowboy hat in greeting.

She noticed that the button for the fifteenth floor was already lit up, so she cleared her throat and stared ahead. “How’d you get out of the door taping?”

He chuckled. “At this point, it’s a joke. Coach Turner doesn’t care, and he’s realized adding more sprints or reps to practice won’t stop us from doing what we like.”

“It’s so silly and outdated.”

“Eh, it’s tradition.”

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