Watching a Major League game from the view of the dugout with the entire team and the rest of the trainers that evening was an experience unlike anything she had ever had.

Raelyn had interned during her undergrad with the University of Michigan baseball team as an athletic trainer but being at this level with world class athletes was something else entirely.

The energy of the ballpark, the tension when the score got close, and the comradery among the players was something Raelyn couldn’t believe she would actually be part of in a month’s time.

She hadn’t been sure the health director would even consider her with the position she was in with Quinn, but he obviously had his reasons for wanting her as a member of the player health staff.

The important thing was that she’d gotten the job on her own.

She had been itching to tell Quinn all about it when she’d made her first contact with the director only days after their initial conversation about moving to Los Angeles together, but she really wanted to get the job independently, rather than feeling like she’d pulled strings to get there.

As much as she’d wanted to chase after Quinn the day he left for Los Angeles, her interview was already set up and she wanted to get things in order and prepare herself for the massively intimidating interview.

The team won their game that night, continuing their winning streak.

Even though Quinn had watched from the bench, he was celebrating with his team as though he’d also been out there making runs.

Raelyn hadn’t forgotten how much she enjoyed watching Quinn play or get engrossed in a baseball game, but it had been a long time since she’d been able to share it with him.

It was almost more exciting to watch him watching the game.

He was so intense and passionate about it, it almost hurt to imagine how much he must miss playing.

Since it was a late game and they’d be playing again the next afternoon, most of the players only celebrated on the field and in the clubhouse for a short period of time before turning in to rest up.

Quinn wrapped his arm around Raelyn’s shoulders and they walked out of the clubhouse together to his Jeep Rubicon.

She eyed the vehicle curiously, finding it funny that with all the money he was making now he’d still gone for a Jeep, rather than a Range Rover or something higher end.

When they pulled into the driveway of Quinn’s ultra-modern L.A.

mansion, however, she took back her thoughts of how thrifty he still seemed to be despite his massive salary.

The house was all sleek, straight lines and floor-to-ceiling windows.

The white walls contrasted with all the black trim and accents.

Behind the house she could see the million-dollar ocean view and the silhouette of palm trees.

“Look at you, Mr. Fancy Pants,” Raelyn said as they pulled into the garage. To the right of the Jeep’s parking spot were two sports cars- a black Audi R8 and a cherry red classic Mustang GT, both of which looked like he could’ve been bought at a Barrett-Jackson car auction.

“Is it weird?” Quinn asked, glancing sideways at her. “Seeing me live like this instead of...what you were used to? When we were kids?”

“No, it’s not weird. You’ve earned it, and I’m happy for you.”

Quinn led her inside and they walked past the mud room into an open, spacious kitchen with high, vaulted ceilings and beams. Each appliance was stainless steel, the countertops were white and spotless.

The window over the sink displayed a view of the infinity pool and ocean.

Raelyn’s smile brightened as she looked around.

“I feel like I just stepped into the Cohens’s house. ”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure I felt like Ryan Atwood the first morning I walked out and realized I was actually living here,” Quinn replied.

“I didn’t think you actually paid attention to that show,” said Raelyn, amused, remembering how many times she’d made the boys watch The OC when they hung out at her house .

“Oh, we were all pretty invested. We just didn’t want to admit it.

” Quinn put a hand possessively on the small of her back and led her forward and into the next room.

He took his time giving her a tour through the house, Harry wagging happily beside them into each different room which looked perfectly designed, every piece of furniture and decor precisely placed by a decorator.

Raelyn wondered how much time he actually spent in each room, figuring he likely used only the main living space, the kitchen, and his own bedroom often.

There were five bedrooms in his house- five!

Was he planning on having a big family one day?

Or had he just let his buddies use the extra rooms to sleep off their partying?

Raelyn assumed the latter was far more likely.

Finally Quinn stopped in front of the open door that he’d pushed past earlier in the tour, clearly wanting to save this room for last.

“Is this the Red Room?” Raelyn asked, arching an eyebrow mysteriously.

“Red Room?” Quinn repeated, brow furrowed.

“You know, Christian Grey, Fifty Shades...secret sex dungeon?”

The furrow in Quinn’s brow deepened as he stared back with utmost confusion. “If I had a secret sex dungeon, wouldn’t it be in the basement?”

Raelyn shook her head. The OC he understood, but this reference was clearly lost on him. “Never mind. Dungeon or not, I assume this is the place you plan on giving me back-to-back orgasms until I pass out.”

Pulling her into the room which was obviously his bedroom, his eyebrow twitched up and a mischievous grin crossed his lips. “Is that what you think?” Quinn released her hands, slipped behind her, and she heard the quiet latch of the door closing.

“Been thinking about it a lot, actually,” Raelyn admitted, eyes sweeping the room.

His California King bed ran parallel to a wall that was entirely made up of a large window.

The beach and ocean view beyond were stunning, and she found herself mesmerized by the flashes of moonlight reflected in the restless waves.

There had barely been any time for intimacy or affection throughout the day, but Raelyn had begun to wonder at the game if it was intentional.

If he was holding back on purpose. Perhaps he was still hurt.

Or perhaps he was working on keeping himself composed in front of everyone- his coach, his team, and now her new employers.

Hands, warm and large and familiar, found her waist as Quinn pressed himself against her from behind.

Sliding them down to her hips, he tightened his grip and pulled her toward him, her ass to his crotch, and she could feel him again through the fabric of their clothes just as she had on the baseball field that morning.

He’d kissed her then, but it hadn’t been the full, deep kiss she’d been anticipating that would leave her breathless.

Her heart rate had picked up at the feel of his lips on hers, but.

..then he stopped. And that was it. Quinn had never left her wanting like that.

Feeling like she didn’t get everything she’d asked for and then some.

His lips trailed along her neck as he held her hips in place so that she felt the full length of him.

God, he was fucking solid. Her heart was racing with anticipation and her head lulled back, leaning into him.

She had no idea what to expect from him tonight, but the tension and energy between them was suddenly a physical presence in the room.

“Know what I’ve been thinking about a lot?

” Quinn murmured into her skin. Her nipples went taut at the low, gravelly tone of his voice, and he continued before giving her a chance to respond, “I’ve been thinking.

..about how hard and ready I was for you Thursday night.

How much we needed to get a little loud.

..a little wild…” he bit just behind her ear, his teeth stinging just enough to make Raelyn gasp, “maybe a little rough.”

Quinn slid his hands back up her body, pushing her arms up so that he could peel her shirt off in one quick motion.

He felt his way back down slowly, grasping and massaging her breasts through her bra before continuing downward.

Fingers catching on the waistband of her skort, he stripped it off her legs and came around to stand in front of her.

She was on display, and he was still fully clothed.

She would have felt exposed, but she yearned for the hungry look on his face as he swept his gaze across her body .

His eyes were afire with something far deeper than lust, but when Raelyn tried to pull his shirt up and over him, he grabbed her hands and held them back at her sides. She looked up into his face, searching.

“You left me needing you so bad the other night, baby,” he said, brushing a hand back through her hair and holding it, “and then I find out it’s because you doubted me.”

The swell of Raelyn’s chest rising and falling was noticeable as she realized how hard she was breathing already.

Anticipation and need coursed through her entire body.

She was hanging on his every word, wanting his thoughts, and needing to make his lingering hurt vanish.

When he looked like this, sounded like this, damn, he was intoxicating.

“I told you I love you, Rae. And I meant it,” said Quinn. “I thought you knew that.”

“I do,” her voice was barely a whisper. She licked her lips.

He paused, his gaze sliding from her mouth to her eyes. “Do you?”