The look in his eyes is driving me wild. The desire I see there matches mine.

I swallow roughly, my throat as dry as the Sahara, lust pounding through me. Lowering my arm, I slide it under the table, spreading my palm across his thigh. “Worth it.”

A rumble seems to work its way up his chest as he widens his legs the slightest bit. “Possibly.”


He takes a deep breath, his tone suddenly serious. “But listen, this is just a fling. Nothing more. I want to make sure we’re both on the same page.”

“We are absolutely on the same page.”

“I’ve had some exes get a little . . . clingy. I don’t want that. I have the bar to think about. Maeve and I are just about to pay off our loan. I don’t want anything to get in the way of business.”

I grin. “I know the feeling. But trust me, Dean. I have training camp after this. Plus, I’m wrapping up a new sponsorship deal. I’ll be so damn busy in New York, you won’t even hear from me after I get on the plane on Thursday at two. I’ll be in and out of your life like that.”

“In that case, there’s one more thing we ought to tackle.”



Rules are important. It’s good to lay them out in advance. But so are expectations, so you’re on the same page in the bedroom.

Returning the favor, I slide a hand up his leg, knowing it drives him wild because evidently I drive him wild. It’s heady, this power. Addictive too.

Fitz’s eyes darken as I touch him. Then I ask the necessary question. “So, how’s it going to be if we do this?”

He knows what I’m asking, and he answers instantly. “I want to fuck you, Dean.”

I had a feeling. It was clear from the second his eyes swept over my body at the bar. From some of the things he’s said too. But it’s best to be up-front. “I thought you might.”

He lifts a brow in question. “That’s not a problem, is it?”

“What if it is?” I toss back. I can’t resist playing with him.

“Say it’s not.” It comes out as a command, his voice hot, desperate. He looks like he’ll die of lust if he doesn’t get his hands on me soon. It’s a good look—a good feeling.

And I feel the same, but I can tell Fitz likes the chase, so I give it to him.

I smirk, then shrug, still revealing nothing.

He growls, bringing his face closer to my neck, his voice low and husky near my ear. “I want you so much. Want to get your clothes off. Get my hands on you. Feel you under me.” Fitz’s beard scratches my neck. He flicks his tongue against my ear, dropping his voice to a filthy whisper. “I want to be inside you.”

His words scorch my blood, make me red-hot all over.

I release a breath, meet his gaze, then give him what he wants. Fortunately, it’s what I want too. “Lucky for you, Fitz, I’m quite versatile.”

His grin is wide, his groan deeply satisfied. “That is the sexiest thing you’ve ever said, and everything you say is sexy. Have I told you how much I like hearing you talk? Your accent turns me on.”

“Seems everything I do does.”

“It does. It absolutely does.”

I look at my watch, the seconds ticking too fast. “You have to meet Emma soon. Where is your hotel?”

“Close. A couple of blocks away.”

“Good.” I take his hand off my leg and set it on the table. “Here’s how this is going to work. You might want to fuck me right now, but that’s not going to happen. Want to know why?”

He wastes no time answering. “Because we’re going to take our time, make it last, screw all night long.”

“Exactly. I want to enjoy every second of it. I want to feel you deep inside me. I don’t want a quickie. I want to be driven mad with lust as you fuck me to the edge of pleasure. And that’s going to take more than thirty minutes.”

His eyes are drunk with desire, dark with lust. “A lot more than thirty minutes.”

“But my calculations indicate we have just enough time for other things.” I lower my voice. “Plenty of time for me to get on my knees and suck you off. Shall we go?”

Fitz scrubs a hand across the back of his neck, his voice hoarse. “You’re killing me. You are the sexiest man I’ve ever met. You know that, right?”

People say things in the heat of the moment, but he looks like he means it.

“I suspect it’ll be hard for you to walk right now. Why don’t I go ahead and I’ll meet you in the lobby, and you can think about tea cakes or the queen or something on the way over?”

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