Page 41 of Breakaway

“Itisa school night,” he teased.

She laughed. “Yes, it is.”

“And I might end up dragging you back to my place after.”

Her eyes darkened to teal blue and she lowered her chin. “Promise?”

His dick hardened. He could have groaned. “Hell, Remi.” He glanced through the French doors, and she caught his look and laid her palm on his cheek.

“I know,” she whispered. “Wednesday.”

He stood and let her get his coat, and then he picked her up and kissed her again at the door, lifting her feet right off the floor so he could fit her to his body. She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back and his dick surged and hardened even more. “Ah, Remi,” he groaned against her mouth.

A throat clearing had him lifting his head to see Jasmine standing there, staring at them open mouthed. He let Remi slide down his body to the floor and grinned. “Just leaving,” he told Jasmine. “Night, Remi.” He brushed one last kiss across her mouth before leaving.

Outside, he left his coat undone, letting it flap open as he strode toward his Jeep. The chilly March night air would hopefully cool down his overheated body. Jesus. A warm feeling of well-being simmered inside him along with frustration. He’d wanted to see her and he had. They’d talked and somehow she’d made him feel less pissed off at himself, somehow she’d made him feel like it was so easy, they’d win their next three games and be on top of the world. He was on top of the world right now as hewalked to his Jeep, the nearby streetlight reflecting on chrome and sparkling off the glass, the neighborhood quiet and dark and peaceful. He took a deep breath of cool night air and let it out. She made him feel on top of the world—but he wished he were on top of Remi.

Chapter Seven

All through dinner Wednesday evening, all Remi could think about was going back to Jase’s place and having hot sex with him.

She clenched her thighs together as she ate, drank three glasses of wine to wet her dry mouth and pushed her food around on her plate—fabulous shrimp, but who cared—trying to keep her mind off Jase’s body. Naked. Over her. Under her. Inside her. Her pussy clenched hard at that thought and she trembled.

They emerged from the restaurant on Michigan Avenue, a trendy upscale place that apparently wasn’t far from Jase’s apartment. Jase put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close, then bent to kiss her cheek. His mouth felt warm in the cool night.

Then a blinding flash exploded in front of Remi’s eyes. She made a small sound and put a hand up. “What was that?”

“Shit.”

“Hey, Jase!” a voice called. Remi couldn’t even see who was talking to him, blinking at the spots in front of her eyes. “Is this your new girlfriend?”

She shook her head and looked up at Jase. He didn’t answer, just smiled grimly and took her arm, hustling her up the sidewalk.

“What’s her name?” the voice called from behind them.

“Who is that?” she huffed.

“Reporters.”

“Huh?”

“News reporters. Sorry about that, Remi. I had no idea they were out there.”

“Uh…” She sucked in oxygen as she practically ran to keep up with his long-legged stride. “What did they want?”

“Pictures. A story.”

“About you?”

“Yeah.” He laughed and slowed his stride. “I know it’s crazy, but sometimes they follow me around.”

Holy crapsicle. She hung on to his arm as they walked around the corner and then into the entrance of the high-rise that housed his apartment.

“Stop.”

In the elegant lobby, all marble and glass and brass, she planted her feet in her high-heeled boots and didn’t move.

“What’s wrong?”

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