Fucking worth it.
Levi’s face is pressed to mine. He’s still hard under me, but he hasn’t asked for anything. He just held me while I came down from my high.
“We should…” I trail off, not sure how to finish.
“I know.” He smiles, presses a soft kiss to my lips. “We have to get out of this car.”
“Yes.”
Neither of us moves.
“The final is in three days,” he says quietly.
“I know.”
“After.” His hands cup my face, tilting it up so I meet his eyes. “After the game. Win or lose. I want a real night with you.”
“A real night?”
“No interruptions, no security knocking on doors. Just us.” His thumb strokes my cheek. “I wanthours, fucking days, baby.”
Days.
The word makes me shiver.
“Okay,” I whisper.
He grins wickedly. “Yeah?”
I breathe out a laugh. “Yeah.” Then I kiss him back softly. “Win your game, Coach. And then come find me.”
His boyish, devastating grin grows even more beautiful.
“Yes, ma’am.”
I climb off his lap, trying to make myself presentable. It’s a losing battle. Agent Torres opens the door, face carefully blank.
“Ma’am.”
“Thank you, Agent Torres.” I step out of the car with as much dignity as I can muster under the circumstances.
“Absolutely, ma’am.”
This man is getting the biggest fucking raise the White House has ever given.
I walk into the hotel without looking back. But I’m smiling the whole way.
Nine
Levi
Eighty thousand people. The World Cup final. And all I can think about is my woman.
Get your head in the game, Hendricks. This is literally the biggest moment of your career.
I know. Iknow. But every time I try to focus on tactics, formations, or the thousand other things I need to be thinking about, my brain keep replaying a reel of three nights ago…
Lina in my lap, her lush thighs gripping my hips, her face when she came on my fingers, gasping my name…
