Page 147 of Tangled Like Us
I hold her gaze tighter. “I planned to tell Akara.”
“You don’t need to,” she says quickly. “Donnelly will go to Akara if he’s having trouble. That’s what Farrow has said.”
I don’t think Donnelly ever would, but I also recognize that Farrow knows him better than I do. And bottom line, I’m not in charge anymore.
I have to worry about Jane first. So I nod. Settled with this decision. “I won’t tell anyone. I’ll make sure Banks doesn’t either.”
Jane relaxes. “Thank you.” Her eyes soften. “I do…very much appreciate it…and you—both it and you…” She clears her throat, blushing, and she leans most of her weight back into the boxing bag.
My muscles flex, and I take my arm off her shoulders. Her eyes flit to the cut of my biceps in my gray shirt.
If we were alone at night, I’d already be knelt at her feet.
She tries to elbow a piece of hair off her cheek, since her fingers are sheathed in the gloves.
I push closer, my chest brushing against her body, and I tuck the strand behind her ear.
Jane blushes more and crosses her ankles.
How wet is she?I breathe harder through my nose. Arousal fisting my cock.
She motions to me, thunking my chest with her glove. “Oh, I…”
I almost smile. Christ, it’s a thousand degrees in here, and I glance back at Maximoff. He’s busy talking to his brother and Farrow.
Not filming.
So I can’t kiss her yet. I’ve already been pushing my luck with thepracticingexcuse.
Jane raises her chin. “Beckett…my brother, he should be more careful in public. With the you-know-what.”Key bumps.
I nod once, both of us ignoring the heat. “No one on the team wants to see your brother’s mug shot.” It’d be slapped on the front page ofCelebrity Crush.
She smiles up at me. “It’s a good feeling knowing you all care about us so…deeply. Some deeper than…others.” She traps a breath as though I’m nine-inchesdeepinside of her. Thrusting hard. Right here. Right now.
She murmurs, “Like Farrow to Maximoff.”
I stare into Jane. “And me to you.”
“Yes…please.” She’s melting against the boxing bag, and it takes all of my control not to lift her up in my fucking arms.
I inhale strongly. Her spring scent floods my senses. Trying to overpower the last restraint I have. “Jane,” I say in the core of my chest.
I hear theclickof a door shutting. My reflexes buzzing, and I see a familiar face sauntering out of the Studio 9 office like he’s the number one draft pick in the NFL. I do a literal double-take.
To the point where Jane follows my boiling gaze.
He’s not a football player. He has a self-important swagger, slicked-back, dark-brown hair, thick eyebrows, olive skin, and light stubble along a narrow jaw. He looks like he could be a soccer player for Italy. But he acts like the most expensive socket wrench in a fucking toolbox.
Tony shouldn’t be here. He’s not on the security team. He’s not on the med team.
He’s not a part of the famous families.
If I were a lead, I’d know what the fuck he’s doing here. This lack of knowledge stabs my eardrums. A shrill ring in the pit of my ears.
I hardly blink.
“You recognize him?” Jane whispers to me.
