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I suck harder, loving how he’s thickening in my mouth. I’m so close, my entire body tightening, aching for release. He drags his teeth on my clit, and it’s my undoing. My orgasm takes over in waves, my legs shaking as he laps at me. I’m lost in the high, and my whimpers and moans around his cock are enough to send him over the edge. I grip his ass, taking him deeper as he throbs, each spurt of cum hitting the back of my throat. I greedily drink every last drop.
Afraid he may collapse onto me, I tap his thigh, and he immediately pulls out of my mouth. “Fuck, baby, are you okay?” Still upside down, he moves back a few feet, checking over me as if I’m injured. “I’m so sorry.”
As he kisses every inch of my face, a laugh bubbles out of me. “I’m okay! I was just worried you might crush me if you came so hard you almost passed out.”
He joins in with a light chuckle. “Good call. This mouth of yours is going to keep me up at night until February. I meant what I said, I love you, Elle. It’s been building for a long time. I don’t expect you to say it back, but I hope you know this isn’t just sex for me.”
“It isn’t just sex for me either. Thank you for letting me take my time.”
“Take all the time you need.” Pressing a sweet kiss to my lips, he growls, “But don’t you dare think I’m done with you tonight.”
CHAPTER 14
ELLE
THREE MONTHS LATER
“Thank you for making room in your schedule to meet with me,” Dean greets, gesturing toward one of the lounge chairs of the visiting owner’s box.
I hesitantly take a seat. There have been rumors that he’s selling the team and moving to California, but as far as I can tell, they’re unsubstantiated. If it’s true, I could be tasked with spearheading the publicity for it… or be let go after the sale.
“As you may have heard, I’ve floated the idea of selling.”
Fuck.
I gulp and nod. “I may have heard that.”
“It’s true. I’m selling the Dynasty and buying another team.”
“I see...”
A boyish grin splits his face. “And I want you, Scarlett North, and Russ Campbell to come with me.” I sigh in relief. “To the Sea Lions.”
My stomach drops at the clarification as I glance out onto theice. “The San Francisco Sea Lions—as in the team we’re playing today?”
“The very same. I… I’ve met someone. She lives here and, well, the only way it’ll work is if I move.”
“You don’t have to buy or sell a sports team to move to California,” I deadpan. “But I don’t know if I can come with you. My boyfriend was planning on moving to Québec City when he retires.”
“I understand. I’ll need you to sign this NDA before I discuss anything further.”
“NDA?” My brows pinch. “My contract stipulates any and all information provided by you, the coaching staff, and players is to be kept confidential, unless...” I lower my voice. “Is there sexual harassment or misconduct?”
“No! Absolutely not. The contract doesn’t include the sale or purchase of teams,” he explains, passing me a leather folder.
Inside is a short contract that prohibits me from sharing information regarding the trading of players between the two teams, the sale of the Dynasty, or the purchase of the Sea Lions with Darling Investments.
Darling Investments?
“Is this?—?”
“You know I can’t say until you’ve signed.” I do, then pass it back to him. “Yes. William Darling is going to own thirty-five percent of the team.”
“He never said anything,” I mumble, mostly to myself.
“Don’t hold it against him—he couldn’t tell you anything until you signed. But we’ve been discussing it for the past few weeks.”
Though I understand Will couldn’t share specifics, I feel blindsided by this. “If I do make the move, what does that look like for me? He’ll be a stakeholder. Isn’t that a conflict of interest?”
