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“Will! Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“Because there is nothing we can do until we meet with them.”
“I need to draft a statement, prep for interviews.Fuck!Am I going to lose my job?” He pulls me closer, and I attempt toslip out of his hold, but he’s too strong. “Will, this is serious. I need to work right now. Where is my phone?”
“Come here. It’s the middle of the night and your phone is charging. I promise on my life, I’ll do everything I can to keep your job safe. I’ll retire before they think about firing you. You need to rest. As soon as I’m done with my workout in the morning, I’ll drive you home so you can get changed, then we’re going to walk into the meeting together. We don’t have anything to be ashamed of.”
“How do you expect me to sleep? Who knows what people are saying about me? I’m not made for the spotlight. I’m not a model or an actress.”
He unplugs his phone and hands it to me. I type in his passcode, and a couple of articles with candid photos pop up in his notifications. My face isn’t visible in any of them. Most headlines call me amystery girl.
“They don’t know it’s you,” he explains as I read through them. “But I came clean with my agent and set up the meeting for us. They want to get ahead of it before any more outlets pick it up or someone figures out it was you. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care who knows we were on a date. But I’d rather it beourstory to tell.”
“Our contracts explicitly state?—”
“All they know is we had dinner. My agent knows I have feelings for you, but I told him if they fired you, I’d request a trade or retire.”
“You… have feelings for me?”
“No, I just tongue-fuck every woman I meet,” he grumbles. “Yes! Of course I have feelings for you. Elle, you’re amazing. You’re funny, wicked smart, and I’ve loved spending time with you tonight.” He kisses my forehead and holds metighter. “We’re going to figure this out together. But for now, let’s get some sleep.”
This isn’t a disaster. Will had planned on talking to HR anyway. This just makes it a little more complicated—not impossible. “Okay,” I concede, allowing myself to enjoy being in his bed, wrapped in his arms. Tonight may be the only night we have together if things go tits-up in the meeting.
“Attagirl.”
I shift in his arms, and with my back pressed against his chest, he doesn’t let me go. “You’re really sure about this?”
I shift to get comfortable, and he kisses my neck, whispering, “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. But if you don’t stop rubbing your ass against my cock, then ‘fucking you until you can’t move for a week’ is moving to the top of the list.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” I tease, wiggling my hips. I shouldn’t be taunting him, but getting under his skin has become a favorite pastime these past couple of years.
“Nice try.” He slides his hand into my pants, cupping my bare pussy. “We need to sleep, but if you’re a good girl for me, I’ll make sure you see fucking stars before we have to leave in the morning.” He presses two fingers inside me, making me gasp. “Or I can just torture you by keeping my fingers inside you without letting you come?” He slowly drags them out and brings them to his lips, sucking them clean. “Your choice.”
“The first one,” I whimper.
“Why do I think you’re going to do the exact opposite?”
I take his hand and guide it under my shirt until he’s grabbing my breast. I’m playing with fire—but I truly don’t care. He swipes his thumb over my nipple, making it peak. “Youknow, if you don’t stop turning me on,” I purr, keeping my voice intentionally low and sultry, “I’ll fuckyouuntil you can’t move for a week”
“Challenge accepted, but I’m going to have a hard time keeping a straight face as I explain that one to Coach. Can I take a rain check on a sex marathon until our bye week?”
“Fair enough. Good night, Darling.”
“Night, gorgeous.”
CHAPTER 9
WILL
Idon’t think I slept more than an hour or two when my alarm goes off. I’m used to being stopped on the street for an autograph or having paparazzi camping outside of restaurants for a shot. Elle speaks to the press for damage control—not as a player’s girlfriend. It could be too much for her.
As tempted as I am to hit snooze, I don’t want to wake her with a second alarm blaring. I should get out of bed for a quick workout, but having her soft body pressed against mine feels too fucking good. I’ve waited years for this moment—for her to be truly mine. I want to savor it.
Elle stirs, and I pretend to be asleep as she tries to sneak out of bed. I grab her hand before she can get far. “Where do you think you’re going, gorgeous?”
“I just need to use the bathroom. Do you have an extra toothbrush?”
“Probably.” I tug her closer and she falls ontop of me. “Why?”
