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“Oh.” Her eyes sparkle, and she bites her bottom lip. “Best I ever had.”
“You’re just saying that. The bar is men peeing on your mattress, Mae.”
“No.” She puts her chin in her hand, and her smile stretches wider. She looks perfectly sated and perfectly beautiful. “I’m serious, Dallas.”
Jealousy runs through me.
I know I’m not allowed to be pissed that she’s had a life before me—I have a daughter with someone else for fuck’s sake. But knowing other guys have seen her like this makes me want to mark her and claim her as mine. It makes me want to throw my entire rulebook out the window and step away from the moral high ground.
I take a deep breath. “Are we good? I didn’t just massively fuck up our?—”
“If you say friendship, Lansfield, I will find a way to murder you from here,” she says. “We’re perfectly fine. That was incredible.Youwere incredible. What fun is it to be attracted to someone and not do anything about it?”
I reach for my discarded shirt and wipe my hand clean. “I thought I was supposed to be the older and wiser one.”
“You’re certainly older.”
I laugh and drop my head against the pillows.
This all feels so normal, soeasy, and I don’t have an ounce of dread that I might have done the wrong thing. We’ve been teetering toward this for a while now, and if I should be feeling any shame, I’m not.
I was selfish for once, greedy and goddamn determined, and it paid off.
I want to do it again.
“I miss you,” I confess.
“I miss you, too,” she says, and she tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. “What are you going to do the rest of the night?”
“After that? I’m spent. You ruined me. I wish I could go to bed, but I have a stupid team dinner.”
“When are you?—”
A knock cuts her off. I stare at my hotel door and frown.
“Are you in there, Lansfield?” Shawn asks loud enough for me to hear, and I drop the phone.
“Fuck.Fuck,” I hiss. “I need to go.”
“Is that Shawn?” she asks, and I nod.
“Yes, and I prefer if he didn’t know I just watched you orgasm all over that toy of yours.” I jump up and pull my shorts to my hips. I shove my dirty shirt under a pillow, and my heart races in my chest. “Jesus Christ. Talk about cockblocking.”
Maven laughs, and she stretches out on my bed. She’s still naked from the waist up, and even though I know she’s taunting me, it’s hard to draw my eyes away. “You might want to put a shirt on, buddy. Shawn gave me that necklace.”
“Fuck,” I mumble again. I dig through my suitcase and yank a hoodie over my head. “I’ll text you later.”
I hustle to the door and fling it open, leaning casually against the wall.
“Lansfield.”
“Hey, Coach.”
Shawn narrows his eyes. He looks me up and down and crosses his arms over his chest. “Who were you talking to?”
“What?” I ask, feigning innocence. “No one. I was going through some of the routes we’re running on Sunday. It helps when I say them out loud.”
He hums. “First time I’ve heard of this new ritual of yours.”
