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He takes hold of my hand, studying my fingers. “Because I mentioned something about you that’s personal and private.”
“Normally, I wouldn’t want you saying that but Brett deserved to hear it.”
“He did. I don’t regret telling him now that I know you’re not upset. I don’t want to do anything that disappoints you or makes you think less of me.”
“I love that you stood up for us.”
“I really wanted to pound his face in, but I couldn’t.”
“You showed great restraint, and I’m proud of you. What happened with Coach Chubb?”
“He gave us hell, but there wasn’t any disciplinary action taken. So all is well. Unless he decides to hold it against me. I hope he doesn’t do that.”
“How can he? Everyone saw Brett swing at you first. I don’t see a reason why he’d hold you accountable but not Brett.”
“Yeah, that’s true. He didn’t make as big of a deal out of it as I thought he would.”
“Good. Now you can focus on the final preseason game. How are you feeling about it?”
“I’m ready and looking forward to playing.”
“I’m not staying over tonight. I want you to get plenty of rest for tomorrow.”
“What? I want you there.”
“And I want to be there. But I need to do laundry and get caught up on some stuff at home. I promise I’ll stay over before the first game of the season if you still want me to.”
“Of course I will. Now, give me a kiss before I go, and make sure it has tongue to tide me over until I see you tomorrow after the game.”
“I’ll do my best,” I say, rising on my toes as his face lowers toward mine. The first touch of his lips has me moaning, as if I’m dying for his kiss. And with the intense shot of desire that’s running through me, it feels as though I might be. My tongue slips past his parted lips to tango with his. He releases my hand to grip my hips and tug me closer. His thigh ends up between my legs, and I grind on the defined muscle, looking for whatever friction I can get to relieve my throbbing clit.
Rogan tears his lips free, breathing raggedly. “We can’t do this here.”
Dammit. I lost my ability to think clearly the moment our mouths connected.
“You’re right. We can’t.”
“As much as I want to bend you over this desk and take you, we can’t take the risk. What if your boss walked in?”
“I could lock the door.”
“And that wouldn’t seem suspicious at all?”
“Ugh, you’re right.”
“I better leave before you tear my clothes off,” he teases, walking across the room. “I’ll talk to you tonight.”
I nod. “Okay, good.”
He opens the door and sends me a smile. I blow him a kiss before he disappears around the corner. I sit down in my chair and turn my attention to finishing up the reels I’d started before he showed up. I’m using some of the candid shots, showing them at different points throughout the day. In some, the players are laughing, and in others, their expressions are so serious they could be speaking about top-secret information.
It takes me about an hour more to finish and be on my way out the door. I’m halfway to my car when I notice Brett standing next to the driver’s side.Fuck me.Talking to him is the last thing I want to do.
“Brett, what are you doing here?” I ask as I approach, stopping about four feet away from him.
“Autumn, have you lost your mind? What are you doing wasting your time with Rogan? If you want a quarterback, I’m still here, babe. All you need to do is ask.”
My lip reflexively curls. What an egomaniac. “Brett, you’ll never understand this but I’ll say it anyway. It’s not that I want a quarterback, it’s that I want a man who’s kind and caring. One who doesn’t take me for granted or manipulate me. One who genuinely cares about me. And that man is Rogan. He does all of those things and more.”
