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It’s a real whimper this time as she runs a hand between her thighs. Heat rushes down my body, straight to my dick.

Fucking Jesus.

“Brooks,” she breathes. Her hand moves under the covers, eyelids dropping as she rubs her pussy. “Feels so good.”

Oh, fuck me.

With another soft whimper, Siena abandons her efforts and yanks her T-shirt so that it sits taut over her body, outlining the fullness of her tits, every curve along her torso. Her nipples fight the cotton of her shirt.

Holding my gaze, she smooths a hand over a breast, thumb lingering over her nipple. My harsh breath cuts through the silent room.

“Definitely no bra.”

“Fuck.” I run a hand along my jaw.

“You wanna feel, Brooks?”

I groan. “Yeah.”

She throws back the covers some more, and for a blessed split second I think it’s in real invitation. But she zeroes in on the shape of my aching dick, and the corners of her mouth lift. She tucks us back under the comforter.

“Too bad. I’m exhausted—long day, and all that.” Siena flicks a hand, motioning toward the other end of the bed. “Over on your side, Attwood. Try to get some rest, won’t you?”

Siena flips over, giving me her back. Nuzzles her pillow. Yawns.

She fuckingyawns.

Meanwhile, I lower myself down onto the mattress, body overheating. I clench my fists to stop myself from giving my cock a desperate tug.

Siena Pippen is dangerous. A special kind of drug.

The kind that has me in an emotional spiral one minute, hard and needy the next.

She’s got me on the edge of my seat, just waiting to see where she takes me.

“Brooks?”

She’s watching me over her shoulder. My heart pumps like it foolishly expects her to sayjust kidding,crawl over this mattress, and beg me to fuck her.

But then she gives me a soft smile. The one that makes my body hum whenever she lets me have it. “I really appreciate the apology. Means a lot.”

With that, she settles back onto her pillow. I do the same, shooting glances at her every so often, even after her breathing slows and I know she’s drifted to sleep.

There’s a knot in my chest and I have no idea how to unravel it.

Chapter17Siena

This is complete, unadulterated hell.

I had the time of my life teasing Brooks last night. Truly, there was nothing more satisfying than seeing that smug look wiped clean off his face as he watched me play with myself.

Except for the cold hard fact that I fell asleep aching. Woke up aching.

Spent the entire day aching at Brooks’s side while being entertained by the Tigers owners back at the stadium, who aren’t playing hard to get whatsoever in their desire to have him on the team. Great for him. Except that I’ve been unable to give myself a shred of relief, not even in the shower because Brooks was on the other side of the door.

Now, I’m sitting in front of the mirror in a fluffy white robe. Putting the finishing touches on my hair for the gala while Brooks takes his turn in the shower.

Nakedin the shower.