The Game by Vi Keeland by Vi Keeland

“Did I interrupt something?” he asked.

“You did, actually.”

The muscle in Christian’s jaw ticked, but he said nothing.

“Julian had called me twice over the last few weeks, and I hadn’t called him back. So when he called this time, I thought I should answer.”

“Did he ask you out?”

I stood and walked around my desk. “He did. And I said no. I told him I thought we were better off as friends and that I’d met someone.”

Christian’s shoulders relaxed. “Oh yeah? You met someone, huh?”

I grinned. “He’s really cute. I’ll introduce you to him, if you want.”

Christian hooked an arm around my waist and hoisted me against him. “Funny.”

I tapped a finger to his thick chest. “You should’ve seen your face. It looked like you might crack a tooth, your jaw was so rigid.”

One of his hands slid up my back and gripped my neck, not so gently. “I’ll show you rigid.”

I laughed as he kissed me. But somewhere along the line, the playfulness disappeared, and my fists had his shirt bunched into two balls. Christian pulled back, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth as he let go. “Missed you.”

It had been a busy week, and we hadn’t seen each other in four days. “Missed you, too.”

He stroked my cheek tenderly. “How was your day?”

“Oh my God, I almost forgot! Tiffany decided to out us in the middle of the meeting today—with Tom, the GM, all of the coaches, and the entire executive team.”

“What happened?”

I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. But I admitted we were seeing each other, and then when I got Tiffany alone after the meeting, I threatened to kick her ass...”

Christian’s brows jumped. “Really?”

“Yep, and it felt good.”

“Which part? Telling your sister off or admitting we’re together.”

“Both.”

He smiled. “Yeah? So you’re okay with it being public now?”

I nodded. “I actually feel relieved that it’s out in the open.”

Christian pulled my hands from his shirt and brought them to his lips for a kiss. Then turned and abruptly headed for the door to my office.

“Where are you going?”

His answer was the loud clank of the lock on my office door. “Nowhere.” He stalked back with a predatory look in his eyes, lifting me off my feet and depositing me on top of my desk. He pulled the glasses from my face and chucked them over his shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I giggled.

“Celebrating…” He buried his head in my neck. “Do you know how freaking sexy you are when you don’t put up with people’s shit?”

He sucked along my neck until my eyes fell closed and my head lolled back.

“Does that mean you’ll be happy when I don’t put up with your shit?” I asked breathlessly.

“Don’t ever put up with my shit.”

He captured my mouth in a passionate kiss, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. All of the emotions from today fed into our frenzied connection, and my need to touch his bare skin grew desperate. I slipped my hands under his T-shirt and scraped my nails along his warm back. Christian groaned and pushed my blouse up. His thumbs reached into my bra and pushed down the material, freeing my breasts to spill over. Cool air met my already-peaked nipples, and they hardened at Christian’s touch. “I have fantasized about you sitting up on this desk with your legs wide open since the first day we met.”

He leaned down and captured a nipple between his teeth, biting before soothing it with his tongue. I felt a jolt between my legs and nuzzled against him.

Christian slipped his hand up my skirt and fingered the edges of my underwear. “Fucking love skirts.”

He pushed the material to the side, and his thumb went right to my clit. I was already wet, so his finger slipped easily inside. He thrust in and out a few times before pulling all the way out and pushing back in with two fingers. It didn’t take long before it was too much. I needed him inside me.

“Please…” Reaching for the waist of his pants, I couldn’t wait any longer.

Christian grabbed my hand. “I don’t have anything on me, sweetheart. Just let me make you come.”

He pumped his fingers in and out again. There was no doubt he could get me there, but I wanted him so damn bad.

“Christian,” I panted. “I’m on the pill.”

His fingers froze. “Are you saying you want me bare, baby?”

I nodded. “I’m clean, and I trust you if you say you are.”

He looked up at the ceiling. “Today is just all the gifts from you.”

Christian removed the hand that had stopped mine at his waist. I was grateful he’d come after practice, and we didn’t have to waste time with a zipper and button. I smiled and reached into his easy-access pants. “Fucking love sweats.”

He chuckled, but his face grew serious as I freed his cock and lined him up at my entrance. “I can feel how hot and wet you are already. This isn’t going to be pretty.”

I pushed my hips forward so his crown dipped inside. “It’s okay. As long as it’s hard.”

Christian grumbled a string of curses as he pushed inside in one rough thrust, burying himself deep. It was exactly what I needed.