It was a win-win situation for everyone involved. She got the perks of a visitor badge to enter the closed training camp during the day, Bowen got the benefits later that night.
Unlike some of the less picky guys, Bowen didn’t have a billboard up declaring ‘Find me at luvsskankyhos.com.’ However, he was a single NFL player, and there was nothing wrong with taking what was offered.
Besides, he was protection mandatory, didn’t do cheating, and never pursuedany woman playing hard to get.
If that was in her game plan, then she could get not gotten.
Or at least that was what he’d been thinking about while waiting in the dark supply closet near the entrance to the fieldhouse. He’d smuggled the leggy blonde he’d met at the bar aTier 1 entrancepass. She’d been DMing him all day.
Nothing got him going after aday in the sun like the promise of a short pink sundress and tall heels.
It wasn’t his problem that women flocked to him—one of football’s baddest boys. Nine years into his career, seventy tattoos, and zero personal media interviews since the draft. No one in the league hit harder or swore louder or gave the most sullen growls post loss than he did.
This was who he showed in season. When it came to women, he was willing to change out of his practice uniform, shower, and dress almost like a civilized human being.
Not exactly civilized, because nothing could hide the black ink on both forearms and on his hands.
To be safe, he’d arranged to meet her in the supply closet one hall off the fieldhouse front entrance, away from the locker-room.
Which meant the next part wasn’t exactly his fault.
It started when the supply room door opened, and a soft feminine voice said, “Anyone in here?”
“You’ve got to stay quiet.” He picked her up toswing the door closed.
“But—”
“Shh. Quiet.” She must have exaggeratedon the heels since she was shorter than he’d expected. Not an issue when you’re six five and two-eighty, since boosting her up for a kiss was simple enough.
The second their lips met, he got more than he was bargaining for.
Or a lot more, because an unexpected wave of heat crashed over him at the contact. She kissed him back, open mouthed, her tongue twirling with his.
Following through, he braced her against the closest shelf, his hands scrambling under her shirt.
Not a sundress, but the smooth skin beneath it was real enough. So was the edge of the sports bra, where her nipples were peaking at his touch.
She moaned, and he broke the kiss long enough to lick her ear. “Shh, told you to be quiet. Or let me tease you till you’re much louder.”
“Wait.”
“You sure? Because I can give you a fast one here.” He traced a forefinger downward, encountering a drawstring and pants of the same fabric as the top.
She helpfully rode his hand. No matter what outfit she picked, he could feel the heat of her need.
“Wait,” she repeated, grabbing his wandering wrist.
“Okay, too fast. Got it. We can have dinner instead.” Bowen kissed her neck again, removing his hand. “If you want it in bed, it’ll be worth it. You can touch every tattoo you want.”
He could already tell this woman was going to be worth the visitor badge and every minute he spent with her. In fact, from the way his body responded to her, they might even make it though the entire training camp.
“No. Put me down,” she said. “Whoever you are.”
“What?” He was shocked enough to actually drop her.
There was a thud, and he could hear her fumbling around.
Somehow, she found a light switch and illuminated the room in a dim, single, overhead light.
