Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 37324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 187(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“I’ll see you tonight.”
She double blinked. “You’re just gonna leave me like this?”
“Yup.”
“Tease.”
I leaned down and put my mouth right next to her ear. “Not when I intend to follow through tonight. And I want your panties wet all day just thinking about what I’m going to do to you.”
She stared up at me, flushed and in a daze. After giving her one more quick kiss, I turned and walked out, feeling her gaze burning into my back.
At home, I settled in at my desk with a cup of coffee and the kind of grim determination that came with offseason work. Film breakdowns, workout schedules, mental reps. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was necessary.
Before getting to work, I decided to send Ivy her favorite coffee. Americano with two pumps of caramel and one of hazelnut.
With a chuckle at my own cheesiness, I added a cupcake—shaped and iced to look like a football.
Shortly after the delivery alert came through, my phone vibrated.
Ivy
A cupcake shaped like a football?
Me
Why would I pick anything else?
Ivy
I grinned.
Then I got to work, watching tape and poring over stats until my eyes started to glaze.
In the afternoon, I took a much-needed break. Before I thought better of it, I ordered a cookie to be sent to Ivy. One shaped like a football helmet. Hand-decorated with my team colors.
An hour after that, I grabbed a glass of water and sent her a small box of frosted sugar cookies shaped like the New York skyline—with a little edible banner that read Nighthawks 4 Life.
I couldn’t muster up the energy to do any more work, so I was checking my email when an ad popped up for an item that made me snort into my water when I saw the image. I added it to the cart without hesitation. It was perfect.
A message from Ivy popped up right after the cookies were delivered.
Ivy
I think you’ve made your point.
Me
Maybe.
There was a pause, the three dots dancing and disappearing several times before she finally hit send.
Ivy
You’re going to keep sending treats to mark your territory, aren’t you?
I chuckled, anticipating her reaction when she received my last gift.
Me
Nah. I sent something even better.
When it was delivered, my phone buzzed again, but this time it was a phone call.
“Hey, sunshine,” I answered casually.
“A life-size cardboard cutout of you?” she replied drolly. “Seriously?”
“Just making sure everyone knows who you belong to.” I didn’t bother to hide the amusement in my voice.
Ivy let out an adorable little growl before she muttered, “You realize the girls will never let me live this down.”
“Carboard me will tell them to knock it off.”
There was silence for a few beats, then, “You’re impossible.”
“Yet,” I practically crooned, “you’re still gonna go home with me tonight.”
There was no response at first, but she didn’t hang up, so I leaned back in my chair, waiting.
And smirking.
Until finally, she groaned. “Damn your irresistibleness, Saxon Powell.”
I laughed. “Sunshine?”
“Yes?” Her tone was exasperated.
My voice turned rough when I asked, “Are your panties still wet?”
She sucked in a breath but didn’t say anything.
“I reward good girls for their honesty, sunshine.”
When she answered, it was so quiet I almost missed it. “Yes.”
My body responded with a vengeance I hadn’t expected, and I had to shift my position and adjust my rock-hard dick to find a little relief. “Good, baby. I want them fucking drenched when I pick you up tonight.”
Ivy whimpered faintly. “Mean.”
“To be fair,” I replied with a strained chuckle, “my situation is a lot more painful than yours.”
When she spoke again, her voice had perked up, the little minx. “Well then, turnabout is fair play, Sax. I just might want to thank you for all these thoughtful gifts on the way home…with your dick in my mouth.”
Holy fucking shit. I nearly spilled in my pants right then.
“So think about that all day, babe.”
Then she hung up, and a grin stretched wide across my face.
Reluctantly, I pushed out of my chair and went to change my clothes for a meeting with our new PR rep. As much as I detested the media shit, I’d warmed up to it just the tiniest bit because it had helped me set a path straight to Ivy.
15
IVY
My gaze kept drifting to the life-sized cutout of the man who’d claimed my heart right along with my body.
Lorna wagged a finger at it as she walked past, amusement sparkling in her eyes. “That’s hilarious, but the baby is disappointed he didn’t send a whole tray of football cookies instead.”
“Or lunch,” Missy chimed from the front desk. “Between the cupcake, the cookie, and that helmet-shaped brownie, we might need to rename this place the Sweet Spot Salon.”
My cheeks heated as I remembered exactly how well Saxon found my sweet spot last night.
Lorna laughed. “That’s pretty funny since sweet spot is a football term.”
I rolled my eyes, but the smile stretching my cheeks refused to fade. “You guys are just jealous you don’t have a pastry fairy.”