Page 9 of The Game Plan
“Would you like to accompany me to Carter’s man-cave for more scotch?” he asked.
It looked like she might say no, but she surprised him when she replied, “Sure.”
He stepped back to allow her to go first, fighting to keep his eyes forward instead of appreciating her fine bottom in that tight red dress.
Damn, it had to be red.
“Good play, letting me go first so I can lead the way, so you don’t look bad because you don’t know where to go,” she quipped as they arrived at the door to the man-cave. She turned to face him, her hand on the handle.
“Let you?” he replied, his eyes widening. “What makes you think I don’t know where I was going?”
She arched a dark brow at him. “You memorized the way to get down here after coming down here once?”
“I have to memorize multiple plays and routes, players’ names and jersey numbers. It’s not too hard to remember how to get to a basement.” He shrugged. “I was simply being a gentleman and let the lady I was with go first.”
She took a sip of her wine, her blue eyes heating with desire. “Oh dang, and here I thought you just wanted to look at my butt in this dress as I walked in front of you.”
He smiled and leaned in, the sweet smell of cherries filling his nostrils. Looking deep into her blue eyes, he reached up to brush a loose tendril of hair from her face. “I did enjoy the view, don’t worry.”
He brushed his fingers over her cheek, and she shifted, bringing their bodies flush. Cupping her face in his hand, he brought their lips together, her soft sigh filling the space as he kissed her.
Heat stormed through him, and he groaned, setting his empty glass down on the small table by the door to put his hands on her hips.
He heard the clink of the wine glass on the table and felt her hands on his arms, clutching the fabric of his coat as she moaned.
Breaking the kiss, he drank her in, the scarlet lipstick she wore smudged on her swollen lips. Her blue eyes burned with a desire that matched his own, and he reveled in it.
He bent down to kiss her again when footsteps on the basement stairs reached them.
Her eyes rounded, and she grabbed their glasses.
“In here,” she said, dragging him through a nearby door.
They hurried into the small bathroom, and she shut the door, leaving the light off to not give away their hiding spot.
Once they heard the man-cave door close, she flicked on the light and looked at him, a giggle escaping from her. “You look ridiculous.”
He turned to the mirror and laughed; his lips were smothered in red lipstick.
Looking around, he pointed to the towels on a small rack nearby. “Can I use these?”
She shook her head. “Amy will kill you. Let me see.”
He moved out of the way and took the time to admire her ass as she bent down to look under the cabinet, straightening with a roll of paper towels.
“Here we go,” she said, tearing one off. She wet it and turned to work on his face, holding his chin as she scrubbed at the red.
“How does that look?” she asked.
He looked over her head at the large mirror above the vanity. “Looks good.”
The red was gone, as far as he could tell.
She spun around and grabbed another paper towel to wash her face, as Reese tried to process what exactly happened.
Well, first, he kissed his boss’ niece, and now, he was hiding in a bathroom with her while half-erect. Looking at her bent over the vanity sent a slew of dirty thoughts through his head, and he quickly looked away.
He did his best to think of something to calm his randy body, starting with thinking of his teammates in tutus, which made him chuckle.