Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80153 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
She shakes her head. “I don’t. Do you have something in mind?”
The cogs are turning. I tap my temple. “I do, actually.”
I tell her my idea, and she beams. “You’d do that?”
“Of course. It’s hard to be a working parent. That’s one of the hardest things in the world.”
She flashes a sweet smile and reaches for her phone. “Let me call him.” Before she unlocks the screen, she clears her throat. “Do you need to go?”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you kicking me out?”
Her hair whips back and forth as she shakes her head. “No, but I don’t want to be presumptuous.”
I flop back down on the bed, full monty–style, and park my hands behind my head. “You can presume all you want with me. For instance, presume I want to give you more orgasms. Presume I want to spend the night. Presume I haven’t remotely had my fill of you.”
As she makes her call, I down the rest of the water and flick on ESPN, checking out baseball scores and pre-season reports as she talks to her friend. She covers the phone a few times and asks me questions. I nod and tell her yes, yes, and yes.
When she’s done, she sets a hand on my chest. “You have the biggest heart.”
“Tell me something else that’s big.”
She laughs, spreading her fingers over my pecs. “You’re so ridiculous.”
“But it is big.”
Reaching for my dick, she squeezes it. “You know it is.” Letting go, she tiptoes her fingers up my belly. “I might need to take you for a ride again. I presume you can go for a third round.”
I scoff. “Yes, you really ought to take me for another test drive.”
She wriggles her eyebrows, and I lean closer, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. When we separate, I run my fingers down her bare arm. “Hey, what did you want to talk about before? I got a little distracted by your pussy in my mouth. A good distraction.”
“Yes, and I was distracted by petting your wiener.”
I pump a fist in victory. “I knew the wiener was irresistible.”
A soft laugh falls from her lips before she goes quiet for a moment. She motions from me to her. “But seriously. We need to talk about this. About what it means.” She pauses and raises her chin as if she’s toughening up. “What it doesn’t mean.”
I don’t like the sound of the second half, but I know she’s right. “Okay, talk.”
She exhales. “I’m not going to massage words. We both know this is incredibly risky for my job and for your deal. You’re aware of that, but it has to be said.”
“It’s not like we’re banging in public.”
“Of course not, but secrets are hard to keep these days. Brands drop athletes like hotcakes for the slightest transgression. For a wrong word, for an old comment dredged up. Paleo Pet signed on for single Jones, and then Ford brought me on to help.” She holds up a finger, her eyes laser sharp. “But Paleo Pet didn’t sign on for the Jones who sneaked into his publicist’s room in Miami and screwed her all night long.”
I drag a hand over my jaw. “Fuck,” I mutter, hating how this time with her would be seen.
“Right now, you’re the wholesome, dog-loving, squeaky-clean guy. You don’t want to be the guy boning his colleague. Such a scandal. That’s how it would be framed if it got out. As a workplace scandal. There’s no other way for the gossip press to spin it.”
I cringe at the way she puts it so bluntly.
She runs her hand along my arm, her voice softening. “You can’t be too cautious when you’re playing that kind of high-stakes game. We could be caught. I’m pursuing a promotion, and I’m trying to rehab your image, but I just did exactly what we’re trying to avoid.”
I furrow my brow. “That’s not entirely true. No one said to go on a sex diet. Just to be careful.”
“Fine, true. But I’m your publicist.”
“Does the team have rules against you dating players?” I ask, genuinely interested. I’ve no clue if she’s crossing some sort of formal line in an HR handbook.
She shakes her head. “No, there isn’t a specific rule against it. The only fraternization rules involve getting involved with direct reports and vice versa. I can’t date my boss or any of the PR supervisors who report to me. We’re not forbidden from dating players, though.”
I curve up my lips. “Well, that’s good, right?”
“Yes, technically, but there’s so much more at stake. Even if I’m not violating a rule per se, think about how it would look, especially while I’m up for a promotion. While you’re trying to land new deals. While we’re working on those deals together. Here I am, trying to craft a good-boy image for you—one you rightfully deserve—and meanwhile, I’m on my hands and knees as you slam into me.”