Page 2 of Make Me Yours

That’s more of a hobby, not a job.

“I need something I can make money at.” I pause before adding, “And as appreciative as I am of the job offer, I don’t think working at the arena is it either. I wish it were. It would make life so much easier.”

“Darling, it was just an idea. What I want most for you is to be happy. You’ll figure it out. Just give yourself time.”

“I’m almost thirty. It feels like I should have my life together by now.” My voice dips lower. “I thought by this point,I’d be married, have a couple of kids, maybe a house in the suburbs.”

“Please,” Evelyn says with a laugh. “You’re still young. Your whole life is stretched out in front of you. We’ll brainstorm some ideas when you get here. Speaking of which, I know someone who’ll be very upset if you don’t show up soon.”

Despite the heaviness of our conversation, my lips lift into a smile. “Steele will survive without his lucky charm at the game for five minutes.” Even as I say it, I can picture the Railers star center’s mock-wounded expression. He’s been calling me his good luck charm ever since I started attending his games in college. Although, I’m pretty sure his talent and natural ability have more to do with his skills than my presence in the stands.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I say, reaching for Devon’s office door handle and pushing it open.

The sight that greets me has my entire world screeching to a halt before spinning off its axis. The room might be dimly lit, but there’s more than enough light to see everything that’s happening inside.

And I do meaneverything.

Marissa, one of the firm’s lawyers, is draped across Devon’s desk as he pounds into her from behind. He’s got a firm hold on her ponytail as his other hand grips her waist. Every thrust has a moan falling from her lips. His eyes are screwed shut as he continues to fuck her.

“Yeah, baby. That feels so good.” He smacks her ass, and the crack of flesh rings throughout the room. “You like that, don’t you?”

“God, yes,” she groans. “No one’s ever fucked me so hard.”

My heart does this weird thing where it simultaneously stops and tries to leap out of my chest when he slaps her rounded backside for a second time. The phone in my hand feels more like a brick as it drops to my side.

I blink, unable to believe what I’m seeing.

There’s no way this can be real.

I release a choked noise, and Devon’s eyes fly open, meeting mine as his body stills. I’m frozen in place as our gazes stay locked from across the room.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

“That’s right, baby. Fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk in the morning,” Marissa demands.

The worst part is the conflict that flashes across his face.

I clear my throat. “By all means, Devon, please finish, and make sure you give it to her hard.”

With a gasp, Marissa jerks upright. Though, she doesn’t get far with Devon’s tight grip on her hair.

As I stare at them in morbid fascination, one thought keeps circling in my mind?—

All the times we had sex, he never touched me like that.

Not once.

Maybe things between us would’ve been different if he had.

“What are you doing here, Lilah? I thought you’d be at the game by now,” he asks.

My jaw drops.

The question hits harder than the slap to Marissa’s perky ass.

What am I doing here?

The man can’t even be bothered with a half-assedthis isn’t what it looks like, which, let’s be honest, would have been laughable because it’sexactlywhat it looks like.