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“He’s going to fucking kill you.” The simple way he said it stuttered my heart.

“Yeah. I know. But I won’t leave her. I don’t care what happens.” The strength of my words hit me with their truth. “I love being a Raptor. I love being close to my family. But…I won’t lose her, Nix.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

I glanced at his private entrance. “Can I sneak out your door for a sec? I’m supposed to meet her, and the reporters are all over the exit.”

He sighed long and hard. “Guess I’m an accomplice now anyway. Go have a happy birthday.” He waved me off.

“Thanks!” I opened the heavy door to the hallway and glanced both ways to make sure the way was clear before leaving Nixon’s space.

I passed by a few familiar faces and gave them the nod as I made my way to the conference room, then slipped inside. It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, but when they did, I couldn’t hold back my grin.

“Happy birthday.” Savannah sat on the edge of the conference table, her legs crossed, her shirt sliding up her thigh. My jersey was knotted at her waist, but engulfed the rest of her torso, contrasting with the waves of red hair that cascaded down her back.

“You already said that this morning.” It only took a half dozen steps to close the space between us.

“Is there a limit to how often I can say it?” She wrapped her arms around my neck and smiled up at me.

“Never.” I palmed her hips and tugged her close. “I loved seeing you in the stands today.”

“I’m always in the stands.” She brushed a kiss over my chin.

“Not what I mean.” I hissed when she made her way down my neck. With superhuman restraint, I managed to cradle her face and tip her chin so she’d meet my gaze. “You know that, right?”

“I loved watching you play today, and like I said, I’m always in the stands, so yeah, I get it,” she whispered.

“It’s different now.”

She nodded and pulled my head toward hers.

Our lips met, then opened, the kiss turning carnal in a heartbeat. Our tongues thrust and rubbed, our breaths growing choppy in record time. My body knew this woman, recognized her scent, her taste, her very touch. Savannah had the power to turn me on like a light switch—one graze of her fingers, and I was ready to go. I was already hard.

“No post-game performance review?” I teased with a nip at her bottom lip. She knew the game just as well—if not better—than I did.

“Trust me, you have no problems in the performance department.” She laced her fingers behind my neck. I sucked her tongue into my mouth and savored her little moan. “See?” she said against my mouth. “Good contact. Excellent speed. Thorough knowledge of the field, and don’t even get me started on those hands.”

“These hands?” I took mine up the outsides of her thighs, stepping into the space as she parted them.

“God, yes.”

I kissed her long, hard, and with brazen thrusts of my tongue that mimicked exactly what I was going to do to her once I got her home. One kiss turned into two, three, until I forgot the world outside the conference room because it didn’t matter.

Her thighs locked around my hips, and my cock throbbed. The need never lessened with her. It only grew. My hands slid under her skirt, and she rocked her hips, urging me on as the kiss spun far past anything that resembled control.

“Touch me,” she whispered.

I was too busy kissing her to respond verbally. I brushed over the lace of her panties and found her already soaked. “God, Savannah.”

“I’m always wet for you, but seeing you out there on that field? I’m dying.”

The door handle turned, then stopped, just like my heart.

Both our gazes swung to the door.

“Relax, I locked it,” I whispered.

She huffed a laugh and captured my mouth again as my fingers stroked her through the lace.

“God, I want you naked,” I growled.

“Take me home,” she ordered.

The sound of a key turning in the lock pierced through my lust-addled brain, but the door swung open before either of us had a chance to move.

“It’s dark.”

“I told you he wouldn’t be in here if it was locked,” Roman argued.

Fuck. The voices came all at once, and the light flipped on, illuminating the entire room as I yanked my hands from underneath Savannah’s skirt, turning us both slightly so I blocked her from view.

“Get out,” I barked over my shoulder.

“We brought you a cake—whoa,” one of the rookies said, but it was Roman’s eyes I met, and they were wide enough to tell me he knew exactly who I had on this table.

I shook my head quickly, and he nodded.


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