Page 103 of Sin Bin Daddies
I laugh. “Oh, god. You actually saw me in that ridiculous suit?”
“Um, yes? And you were adorable?” Logan says. “We were screaming for you.”
“Embarrassing.” I shake my head, but my heart swells. I’ve missed them more than I realized.
“Anyway,” Henry cuts back in. “We decided to stay in The Hilton for the night, then come tomorrow, but Logan is already bored so we’re going for drinks. New cocktail bar on Collins. You in?”
I hesitate, chewing my lip. I’m supposed to meet Leo, Ford, and Asher after the game. And by “meet,” I mean get absolutely wrecked by all three of them.
But this is my brother. And I haven’t seen them in forever.
“I’m in,” I say, already pivoting toward the locker rooms. “Let me just tell Leo I have to skip the celebration.”
“Leo?” Logan hums. “The coach?”
Shit!“Yeah. There’s a team barbecue to celebrate the win. I usually go for those,” I lie, hoping he doesn’t call his best friend Daisy and discover that I’m lying.
“Say hey to him,” Logan says, and then I hear him and my brother discuss whether he’s hotter than Coach Ace.
I snort. “Gotta go!”
I hang up before he can pry further. Then I quickly change out of the costume and go looking for my men.
The door to Leo’s office is unlocked, and I slip inside to find him alone, leaning back in his chair, scrolling through game footage. His sleeves are rolled up, tie loosened, hair a little mussed from running his fingers through it.
God, he looks good.
“Hey,” I say, stepping closer. “I can’t come over tonight. Henry and Logan just got back, and we’re going for drinks.”
Leo doesn’t even look up. Just reaches out, hooks a finger in my belt loop, and pulls me onto his lap.
“Tell me later,” he murmurs against my lips before crushing his mouth to mine.
The moment his hands slide up my thighs, I know I’m in trouble. It’s all heat, all urgency, all him. His tongue slides against mine, slow and deep, and I gasp when his fingers dig into my hips.
“We were supposed to meet Ford and Asher,” I mumble, but he kisses me harder.
“They’ll understand,” he says, voice thick. “We’ll reschedule.”
And then his hands are up my shirt, palming my breasts, teasing, stealing every last ounce of self-control I have.
By the time I make it to the bar, my lips are kiss-swollen, my legs are a little unsteady, and I’m still warm between my thighs. Leo didn’t take me apart, but he definitely left his mark, eating me out until I came on his tongue.
Henry and Logan are already at a booth, a bottle of wine between them. When they see me, their faces light up.
“There she is!” Henry calls, standing to pull me into a hug.
I melt into it. My big brother smells the same—citrus and the cologne he’s been using since high school—so comforting. I’ve missed this.
Logan pulls me in next, squeezing tight. “You look amazing. Glowing.” He pulls back, eyes narrowing. “Miami suits you.”
I laugh, sliding into the booth. “I guess I really am settling in.”
“You are.” Henry waves a waiter over, ordering more wine. “So? Tell us everything.”
And I do.
I tell them about the games, the snorkeling trips with Ford, the late-night dog walks with Asher, and how much I’m loving my sabbatical from Boston.
