“Thank fuck because I’ve waited years for you to give in.”
“You have?” I shake my head. “This is insane. It’s just been a while since I’ve gotten laid. That’s all it is.” I hold up a hand. “We can’t?—”
“Why not? We’re adults.”
My head spins with the heady mix of lust I have for this man. I can feel the length of him through his thin gym shorts pressing against my core, his hands skimming my hips.
Should I do this?No. Can I?Hell yes. I’m a grown woman. A doctor. And a very horny female with a hot-as-hell football player trying to separate my thighs.
“Saint, if we do this,” I whisper breathily, “no one can know. My father would lose his mind. He’s already dealing with Alie and Liam’s big reveal. I don’t think we need any more drama in the organization right now. And we can’t risk him trading you, for fuck’s sake.”
A deep, dangerous laugh spills out. “Let him,” he says, and for the first time, I see the arrogance of the man he is on the field directed at me. “I’ve got enough money to retire today. And I’m pretty sure any team in the league would take me, trade or no trade. But he would never even consider it. Because he knows I’m the only one who can keep his defense together. And he also knows that you’re the only one who can keepmetogether. He’snot stupid or blind. He knows we’ve been”—he motions between us—“this since college. We’ve never hidden our friendship. And we’re always professional at work. None of that has to change.”
I don’t bother arguing because he’s right.
No mention of the fast-approaching deadline of our pact. No mention of Oreos, Garth Brooks, or any of the other terms. But he doesn’t have to because the way he looks at me—like he wants to devour me, like the last eleven years have been nothing but a long, agonizing buildup to this moment.
When he finally leans in and kisses me, it’s nothing like the kiss we shared in college. It’s deep, slow, and possessive. It tastes like years of longing and frustration, and the reality that everything between us could change right now.
I groan into his mouth, my tablet falling from my hand, and gripping his biceps, feeling the hard muscle twitch from my touch. He pulls me in against him, chest to chest, and I wind my arms around his neck. His massive hands slide down to my waist, lifting me until I’m pressed against the wall, my feet dangling.
Saint buries his face in my neck, his stubble rough against my skin.
“Big distraction,” he grinds his hips into me and mumbles against my ear, his voice vibrating through my body, making me shiver.
“Shut up.” I laugh, pulling his head back up by his hair to kiss him again.
I can do this. We can scratch this itch, and then tomorrow, we go back to being friends.
“Keep the brace on,” I whisper against his lips, my doctor hat invading the moment.
“Yes, Doc.” He grins against my lips, his eyes dark with need. “Whatever you say.”
CHAPTER TWO
Saint
The space between us is charged with the kind of electricity you feel after a storm. My hands are cupping her ass, and I feel desperate to touch more of her. I want to feel her skin on mine. And as my gaze roams over her face, the professional with a tight ponytail is gone, replaced by a woman who’s looking at me like I’m her next meal.
“Trainers’ office,” she says against my mouth. “Before security makes their rounds and finds us fucking against the wall.”
I don’t need to be told twice. And I don’t feel the ache in my knee when I spin us and start walking toward the offices. But I do feel her hands tighten around my neck.
“Saint, your knee.”
“It’s fine, Doc. You’re the one who said I’m looking good. Ready to move to the next step.” I laugh and quicken my pace as I carry her across the turf.
“This isn’t exactly what I meant. Carrying me across the practice field, putting unnecessary weight on it right now.”
“You let me worry about that. I’m fine. And your buck fifty is nothing. I was lifting that in middle school.” I chuckle.
I find the first door, nudge it with my shoulder, walk in, and kick it closed behind us with a definitive sound. It’s a tiny room tucked into the far corner of the field, and the small window isn’t big enough for anyone to see inside from across the turf. It’s where the trainers keep emergency kits and other supplies.
The only light in the room comes from the small window and the smoke detector on the ceiling. But I don’t reach for the light switch. I don’t want to see anything in here other than her.
I set her down on the edge of the desk, pushing aside a stack of papers and making them fall to the floor. I step between her legs, my hands finding her waist, pulling her forward until her knees bracket mine. I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her shorts that mold to her curves. Even through my shorts, I can feel the heat from her pussy rolling against my cock.
“You’re sure about this?” I ask, my voice rough, my forehead resting against hers.
