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Dopey-eyed with that just fucked look, she watches me suck my fingers. “Delicious.” I throw her a wink and I know her mind is working overtime when she goes quiet.

“What are you doing after the game tonight?” She shocks me with her question.

I reel off my aftergame ritual. “Postgame debrief, stretching, workout on the stationary bike, ice bath, shower, interviews if required, then I’m going out for food with some of the guys.”

“Instead of going out for dinner with them,” she clears her throat, “could I interest you in postgame sex with me instead?”

I’m too stunned to reply and let out a shuttered cough.

Hell, yeah, she’s as addicted to me as I am to her.

I’m so up for that because I’m so fucking hard for her again and need to jerk off before the game after watching her make herself come in my truck.

More importantly, I want to spend more time with her, and when I thought all she wanted was one night, her telling me she wants more is what I want too.

The chance to get to know her better, learning everything about her, being around her, feels exciting.

And I’m never selling this truck.

It will be the star exhibit in my mental museum of Lola.

Lifting my wallet out of the center console, I pass it to her at an embarrassingly quick rate, I’m that keen. “Take my elevator key card out of there. The same as last night, it will take you up to my apartment from inside my garage. I’ll add your details to the security visitor list. And this.” I hand her my key fob from the side pocket of my driver's door. “Will give you access to my private garage. Park your car inside.”

“Okay,” she squeaks. “I’ll supply the food.”

“Yeah?”

Mischievously, she looks out of the window. “And you can eat me for dessert.”

Holy fucking shit, I think I just came in my boxers.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Lola

Sitting rink side, waiting for the game to begin, it’s the first time I’ve had a minute to relax all day.

My body feels exhausted, and I can hear my muscles sighing with relief as I sit back in my seat.

Emotionally and physically, I’m spent.

When Jordy dropped me off at Wade’s place he unloaded all my belongings, then carried each box up the giant staircase leading to my new temporary bedroom.

The way he kissed me goodbye didn’t feel like he wanted to go, and I almost asked him to stay but didn’t, for fear of sounding too needy.

He’ll never understand how grateful I am for the things he did for me to help spin my shitty day yesterday into a joy-filled one.

Offering to buy me dinner was one thing, but it meant everything to me when he suggested the wrecking room to help me vent my anger.

He was right. It was exactly what I needed.

Although, I might need to make another visit due to spending most of the afternoon at the police station filing a criminal report.

I’m still unable to comprehend what I discovered this afternoon, and while my body is bone-deep tired, my brain feels like it’s wired to the main power grid.

I was right about Graham being hell-bent on making me look incompetent. This afternoon confirmed what he’s been doing behind my back; one cleverly calculated step at a time.

It all hit me like a wrecking ball to the gut.

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