Page 26 of Bad Run

My treacherously horny body likes what it sees and responds with a clit pulse and a pussy quiver. Ignoring the way my office suddenly feels ten degrees hotter, I mimic his stance and cross my arms over my chest. “No, I don’t.”

“Sure, babe.” The smug bastard smirks at me, triggering my competitive side.

If that’s the play he wants to run, fine. I can play too.

“Do you want to know what I think?” I take a step closer.

“What do you think, Gwen?” he asks, swiping his tongue across his lips.

I lower my voice and take another step toward him. “I think you like being hard for me.”

“No, I don’t.” Lance’s words are thick and gravelly in response.

Closing the gap between us, I look up into his blue eyes and watch as his pupils dilate at my nearness. His chest expands, and his breath quickens.

Using his words against him, I whisper, “Sure you don’t, babe.” I run my cotton-candy-pink nails down his bicep, forearm, and stomach, looping my index finger over the top of his belt. I purr, “I bet you’re hard for me right now. Aren’t you?”

Lance’s throat bobs, and the skin at the base of his neck flutters. His response comes out strained. “No. Not an inch.”

“Care to wager a bet?”

“What kind of bet?”

“One where I prove you are hard for me.” I don’t know where exactly I’m going with this, but this man has pushed all my buttons today and I’m ready to test him.

“Do what you gotta do. But we both know you’re wrong.”

“Last chance to back out,” I warn.

“I never back out of a challenge.”

“Neither do I.” I pull my arm back and swing. My palm hits his protective cup with a hard slap.

The big bad baseball player yelps and jumps back, covering his plastic-covered junk with his palms. “Ow. What the fuck, Gwen?”

What the fuck is right. I can’t believe I just did that. I mean, I knew he’d be wearing a cup and I wouldn’t technically touch his cock, but I still hit him in the crotch. I could totally be fired for what I just did, and yet I’d do it again just to prove my point.

“I warned you.” My heart races as I smoothly take the seat behind my desk and lean back, placing my feet on top and crossing my ankles. “Besides, it didn’t hurt, did it?”

I arch my eyebrow at him, waiting for his answer.

“Of course not.” Lance scoffs, but his high-pitched voice gives him away.

The crotch shot totally affected him.

“I guess you win, then.”

With his hands still covering his dick, Lance glares down at me.

I fight back a grin as I wave my hand, dismissing him. “You can leave now.”

Lance tilts his head to the side in confusion, then slowly turns and walks to the door. When he places his hand on the knob, I stop him.

“Oh, and Mr. Taylor, if you ever talk to me like that again in front of the guys, I will have no problem embarrassing you on social media.”

No matter how angry I am with Lance, I would never post anything bad about him. But he doesn’t need to know I’m lying.

“You can’t do that.”