New Game in Town(12)

What was there to think about? It sure as hell hadn’t been Matt who had given her an orgasm in the club.

A reckless streak had pushed him into cornering her in the dressing room. Initially he had only planned on teasing her a little, maybe give Gina a small taste of what was to come between them. But his need to dominate had overridden any caution he had told himself to exercise.

Looking at her face, now soft from her climax, Connor let out a heartfelt groan.

What he wouldn’t do to get inside of her and feel her slick pussy envelope his cock like a glove.

Shaking his head at his timing, Connor said, “I have to get to the dressing room to get ready for the game.” His breathing was still ragged. Closing his eyes, he took long deep breaths, fighting to get himself back in check.

Opening his eyes, he pinned her in place with a determined look. “I think we know which jersey you’ll be wearing tonight.” Connor reached for his jersey from where he had hung it and, with precise movements, pulled it over her head. When her head poked out of the top, he dared her to deny him with his piercing gaze.

He dropped a quick kiss on her bruised lips and opened the dressing room door. “I need to get to the dressing room to suit up. Later.” With that he left her.

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So here she stood, wearing number seventeen like a brand on her back, sipping champagne in a luxury box. Still embarrassed by her lack of control when it came to Connor, Gina was fully aware that she had to put a stop to his antics.

Gina knew deep in her soul that if she didn’t take charge now, she would be lost forever. And after what happened with her two ex-fiancés, she realized that she would not recover so easily from the inevitable ending of a relationship with Connor. Even with her newfound confidence, life-changing attitude and updated wardrobe, a woman like her would never be able to hold the attention of a man like Connor for long.

No, it was time to move on to the second half of her plan and make another item on her fantasy list come true. But this time, she was going to ensure that she was the director selecting the costar who was going to perform in her new play of life.

So why was she searching the arena, hoping to see Connor’s strong, confidant stride coming toward her?





Chapter Five



The sound of her cell phone vibrating on her desk vied for her waning attention. Absently reaching for it, Gina rotated her shoulders in an attempt to work out some kinks from sitting hunched over her computer for hours. A red light was flashing on the screen of her cell, indicating a new message.

Distractedly, she opened her messaging inbox and read the contents. Shock made her stiffen in her chair. What the hell?

If I close my eyes, I can almost smell your arousal. Are you wet for me?

Was this some kind of prank? Gina’s puzzled gaze shot to her office door, waiting for someone to step into her office and yell, “Surprise—gotcha!” But her door remained stubbornly closed. Or perhaps someone messaged her by accident…

Should she send a blasting response telling the jerk where to go? Checking for the sender, she saw that the message had been sent from an anonymous number, making a response impossible.

Deleting the message, Gina turned back to her computer, determined to put this out of her mind and finish up for the day. The minutes passed by with excruciating slowness, her gaze automatically peeking at her cell, waiting for the message-waiting indicator light to flash. But nothing happened.

Definitely a wrong number. She dismissed the incident as an accident.

Vrrr, her cell vibrated a half hour later. Grabbing it, she opened her inbox with a slight tremor in her hands. But it was a message from her date for tonight, confirming the time and place that they were to meet.

She felt a pang of disappointment.

Disappointment? Where had that come from? Did she really want some freak sending her lewd text messages?

The question drained away, leaving her with a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach as a thought percolated in her mind.

No way, he wouldn’t. Would he?

Gina shook her head in denial and took a deep cleansing breath.

After crossing off number two on her wish list in the dressing room, Gina hadn’t seen or heard from Connor. He and the team had left the next day for their four-game road trip and weren’t due back until next week.

What had she expected? That he would come find her after the game and finish what he had started?

If she was honest with herself, she had wanted him to search her out. Gina had even lingered a little longer in the arena, hoping to see Connor striding toward her with a ready smile on his face just for her.

She should have known better. No, Connor had probably already found someone else to amuse himself with.

Thinking about Connor in any context played havoc with her hard-won equilibrium. She was resolved to put him out of her mind and focus on tonight’s date with a sales rep she had recently met.