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“And you needed her out of her shirt?” I demand.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“She just walked out of your room patting down her hair and smoothing out her shirt wearing a smile like she was freshly fucked and satisfied.”
“Excuse me?” he asks, clearly confused, and his confusion makes me feel a little better but my temper has now taken hold.
“Oh don’t play dumb.” I roll my eyes.
He takes a menacing step toward me, and I think he expects me to back up, but I don’t. I stand firm.
His eyes heat over. “Jealousy is hotter on you than I imagined it would be.”
“What’s going on between you two?” I hiss.
He takes another step and runs the back of his fingers down my cheek. “Were you imagining her riding on top of me or underneath me?”
My jaw clenches tightly as fire lights in my eyes. “Neither. I was imagining you being faithful to me because of the things we’ve said.”
“We didn’t make any promises,” he argues.
And he’s right, we didn’t. But that doesn’t stop my hand from coming up to connect with his cheek.
He doesn’t look surprised that I just slapped him. He doesn’t move or react. It’s as if it didn’t faze him in any way at all, which only serves to heighten my anger.
“What did you do with her?” I hiss through that clenched jaw of mine.
His brows arch, and then he shakes his head. “I didn’t touch her. I imagine she saw you in the hallway as she left my room and wanted to get a rise out of you, Jolene. And clearly…it worked. It’s not like she hasn’t heard us in my office on more than one occasion. The only time I shut my door is when you visit.”
I take a step away from him as embarrassment sets in, but he links an arm around my waist and hauls me into him, clearly not about to let me get away with anything.
“I have two things I need to say to you. One, I have work to do while I’m here, and I need to focus. I have neither the time nor the inclination to cater to these ridiculous accusations. And two, you are mine. I am yours. There is no one else. We might not have made any promises, but I vow that to you here and now. But if you can’t control your temper, and if you ever think of raising a hand to me again, I will send you back to Vegas so fast your head will spin. Understood?”
My nostrils flare in anger, but he’s absolutely right—no matter how much I don’t want to admit it.
I try to back out of his hold, but he’s got me locked in tightly against his body.
I blow out a frustrated breath. “Fine. Understood.”
His mouth quirks a little in a sort of half-smile. “Great.” He reaches a hand down and cups my pussy outside my jeans. “Now as much as I want to punish you for even thinking I’d look at another woman,” he says as he drives that hard erection toward my hips to prove how much that’s true, “I need to get downstairs to meet with the coaching staff.” He flicks open the button of my jeans then reaches his hand down until he slides his finger right into my pussy. “Stay the fuck out of trouble while I’m gone,” he says, and I let out a soft moan as he pumps his finger in and out of me, “and be here tonight at midnight for that punishment.”
My entire body throbs at the mere thought of being punished by this man as he continues driving his finger in and out of me. My hips sway to meet each drive of his finger, my body betraying me since I want to be mad. But I can’t be when he’s doing this to me, and the pure pleasure takes over my every thought as the need to climax pulses through me.
My moans get louder as I get closer. And then…it all stops. He pulls his hand out of my jeans and buttons them back up.
“Don’t you dare finish that without me.” He sounds angry as he says it.
Holy shit.
So that’s the punishment.
Or…at least that’s part of it.
My pussy aches with need at the mere anticipation of it.
I lean forward to kiss him, to seal what just happened between us into some sort of promise, but he lets me go and backs away. He grabs his tablet and walks out of his room, leaving me standing there a panting, needy hot mess who really needs to get downstairs to interview players with this need to come sitting heavy between my thighs.
CHAPTER 28: LINCOLN
