Page 82 of Sin Bin Daddies
He looks good. Too good. And that pisses me off.
His dark eyes lock onto mine. “Can we talk?”
I swallow. “Aren’t you supposed to be at practice?”
“They’re doing conditioning drills.”
I hesitate. I shouldn’t do this.
But I nod anyway. Better to clear things out now.
We head back inside, toward his office. It’s dimly lit, smelling faintly of leather and him. Memories crash into me all at once—Leo fucking me in the locker room, his hand tangled in my hair, his voice rough as he told me how good I felt.
Then, afterward, he said we were done. The words still sting.
I cross my arms, forcing indifference. “What do you want, Leo?”
His jaw flexes. “Are you with them?”
I blink. “Excuse me?”
He leans back against his desk, arms crossing over his chest. “Ford. Asher. Are you with them?”
I tilt my head, giving him a slow once-over. “Why does that bother you?”
His eyes darken. “You know why,hermosa.”The way he says it—low, possessive—makes my stomach flip. “You are mine.”
“I never even see you except on game days. You have made it clear enough where we stand, Leo.”
“What do you want from me, Madeline? I can’t come to your apartment. You can’t come to mine. And with the season in play, we can’t risk being seen out in public together.”
I shake my head. “I’m not doing this.”
I turn to leave.
He moves faster. His body presses against my back, caging me against the door before I can escape.
I inhale sharply, my hands flat against the wood. “Leo?—”
His mouth finds the back of my neck, warm and insistent.
I shudder. “Please,” I whisper. “We can’t do this. You said so.”
“I know.” His hands skate down my sides.
I squeeze my eyes shut. “I’m trying to move on.”
“I can see that.” Lips trail lower, fingers skim the waistband of my leggings, but it’s his warm breath against my skin that unravels me.
“Leo…”
But my body betrays me, arching back into him, craving the touch I swore I wouldn’t let myself want again.
His hand grips my hip, holding me in place as he rolls his hardness against me.
I gasp.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmurs.
