Page 88 of Fashionista's Playbook

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Moriah was in our office when I got back from practice, bent over my desk fooling with some papers. Her hair was swept up in a ponytail. The little blond tendrils that fell out and danced on her neck teased me to kiss her there.

I crossed the office without her noticing me, slipped one arm around her middle, and pressed my lips against the back of her neck.

She jumped a little, then settled against me. “Well, hi.”

I inhaled the fresh, orchard scent of her, and placed light kisses down to her shoulder. She laughed and brushed her fingers across my face. In several short minutes she’d wiped away the playoff anxiety, lessened the pressure. Moriah made the next few weeks not just doable—but winnable.

“How’d it go with your parents?” I ran my hands up and down her sides, taking particular interest in her hips. The feel of her curves beneath my touch seduced me. I hadn’t entered the room thinking about how much I wanted to have sex with her and now…I couldn’t think of much else.

“Oh, it was nice. Just us and the boys for lunch.” Moriah shifted and pressed her ass firmly against me. “Elise has been out exploring San Antonio. I guess she’s enjoying herself.”

“What about you, Mariposa?” I caressed her, one hand slipping low between her thighs, and thanked God for leggings.

She wiggled her ass against my erection. “Well, I amnow.” Her voice was breathy, raspy.

I moved my fingers across her slit, then against her clit, making quick circles with my fingertip.

Whatever Moriah had held in her free hand clattered to the floor as she clung to the back of my neck. “Travis…what…”

I nipped the back of her neck. “Payback.”

She groaned and squirmed again when I pushed her leggings down with the other hand, then her panties.

My fingers sought purchase on slick, wet flesh. Gentler now, barely touching her, I continued, my desire taking a backseat to the urge to have her come just like this. Just for me.

Panting now, her body trembled, and I wrapped my other arm around her middle to hold her up. She was almost liquidagainst me, warm and pliable. I nipped at her ear, sucked on her neck, all the while watching her in the reflection of the dark windows.

When she came, her lips parted, her eyes closed, and her brow wrinkled. She was so damn beautiful.

Holding her as the pleasure crashed over her, feeling her hum with it, listening to the soft sounds she made, was an experience I could relive every day. There was something soothing, intimate, that made me happy in a way I’d never been before.

I held tight to this moment, relished it, before pulling her leggings up and dropping a kiss to the back of her neck.

“Come to bed with me.”

She turned, looked at me with a wry smile. “Say please.”

I did, more than once.

“I need to go home tonight. I promised Rumer I’d get some stuff done around the apartment.” She said softly as she lay cuddled against me.

My heart fell. I tried my best to hide my disappointment. I didn’t groan at the thought or frown, but I wanted to.

“I get it.” I stroked absently up and down her back. “But I wish you could stay here.”

“I’ve been here all week.” She leaned up, kissed me once, then slid from the bed. She grabbed a throw and covered herself modestly before walking to the bathroom.

“Maybe you should talk to her about finding a new roommate and moving in here.” The words left my mouth before I had a chance to think them through. Panic pulled my chest tight. It was new. I’d never been afraid of rejection before.

She ducked her head out, her expression unreadable. “Are you serious?”

“I mean, yeah.” I slid from the bed. “You work here, you stay when I’m out of town, you spend more nights with me than you don’t.”And I don’t want to sleep without you.

She studied me, looking for something and obviously not finding it, before disappearing back into my bathroom. “I’m on the lease, I can’t leave Rumer hanging like that.”

“I’ll pay your half for the rest of the lease.” Second time I’d blurted something out in this conversation without thinking first.

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