Turn Over:A Secret Baby Sports Romance(54)

"It has a nice view." I stood next to her, watching the tourists mill about while one of the river boats floated by.

"So much better than staring at the peeling paint in my tiny cubicle at the Record."

"I'm glad you like it."

"Can we take a boat ride?"

"Err … uhh, I've never done that here."

She pinched her pouty lips together. "Never mind. It's no big deal."

I grabbed her hand, the spontaneity of her idea taking hold. "No, if the  pretty girl wants to do all the touristy stuff, then we're doing the  touristy stuff. I promised you fun, right?"

I loved the smile that spread across her face. "Really? You don't mind?"

"Depends. Are you going to want to see the Alamo next?" I joked.

"Only if you want to see it."

I realized I might have awakened something in her. She suddenly looked  much younger than twenty-two. Her eyes lit with excitement.

"Ok, the Alamo and a river boat, but then I get to choose the next spot. Got it?"

She nodded. "Deal. You get next pick."

"Thanks." I was starting to wonder if I had come out ahead or not.

She threw her phone in her bag. "Ready?"

"After you, Miss Paige."

I held the door for her as we walked out of the room.

It wasn't the afternoon I had planned, but seeing Sydney's face every  time we did something new made it worth it. I laughed when she realized  the Alamo wasn't nearly as big as she had envisioned, and I tried not to  make fun when our gondola driver filled half the boat with water on  every push with his paddle. Her shorts got soaked. These were the things  she wanted to try. By the time we made it back to the suite I could see  the fatigue setting in.

"Why don't you take a nap before dinner?" I suggested. "Maybe dry off a little."

"And what are you going to do?"

"I have calls to make. I need to check in with the Dallas office. Go. Sleep."

She paused in the doorway, considering my directions. "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I'll sleep tonight. Really. Go. I'll wake you up before our reservation so you'll have time to get ready."

It wasn't as if I was counting the hours since the morning, but my body  responded to the idea of crawling back in bed with her. I gripped at my  fists, feeling my hands react with burning to thoughts of her smooth  skin. I had already let too many things slide today.

"Ok." She closed the bedroom door and I sighed.

It might be the only way I'd get any work done-with a solid door between us.

I pulled out my phone to call the office.



The conference call ended earlier than I expected. The sun was setting  over San Antonio. I tipped the door open. Sydney was sleeping like she  did this morning. My heart raced, seeing her under the sheets.

I crossed the room. It was cool and dark. The drapes were pulled together.

I should let her sleep. I didn't let her last night. But before I could  turn back, her eyes opened. She looked at me and I froze. My feet rooted  to the floor. My eyes unable to look away.

"Did I oversleep?" she asked.

"Not yet."

"What time is it?" She began to sit upright.

My chest stirred when her shirt fell off her shoulder, exposing the tiny  freckles on her skin. I approached, taking her in with each step toward  the bed. My body was drawn to her. I knew it the first time I saw her. I  knew it when she showed up at lunch and again last night when I caught  her questioning Grey. There was something about her that drove me crazy.         

     



 

I maneuvered so I was on top of her. Each knee on either side of her  hips, the bed sinking under my weight. She smiled. "How did your call  with the office go?"

"I think we're going to have to establish some guidelines." I raked my  lips against her mouth. I stifled a groan. I tasted the sun on her skin  and wanted to drink in the rest of her.

Any thoughts of catching a quick nap disappeared. I wanted her.

"I thought we already did that. Fun, remember?" Her hands skated up my side, dragging my shirt over my head.

"The fun is understood." I kissed her shoulder. "I need to know that everything between us is off the record."

"You think I'm going to write about this?" She sounded offended.

"I need to know if you overhear something or see someone, you aren't going to use the information. That's all I'm asking."

I sat on my heels so I could start on her panties. They were tight and  cute-like the rest of her. She had slept in them. Her wet shorts were  still drying from the gondola ride. God, she was killing me.

"Do you think that's why I'm here? For the story?" She breathed deeply when I peeled them from her legs.

"No, but I want to make sure it's part of our arrangement." This was  exactly why I stayed away from reporters, but damn if this one didn't  have me.

"And what if I say I can't do that?" Her eyes said she was testing me.  It was the part that drove me crazy the most. She didn't back down.

Her hands trailed over my chest, dipping farther below my waist until my  eyes closed. Her movements were designed to make me tremble. It was  working.

"Then we might have a problem, Miss Paige." I choked on the words. She  was dangerously close to having this over before it even began. I rolled  on my back, taking her with me.

She looked at me, her hair falling around my face.

"Everything is off the record?"

"Completely." I gripped her hips, bringing her against my body, letting her feel what she was doing to me.

"And what happens when I get back to work and I have to follow up on the  resort you're building? You realize I'm still on the business beat."

"I didn't say you can't do your job. You just can't report anything you  learn when we're together." I worked the silky tank off her arms and  threw it on the floor. My fingers worked the clasp on her bra.

She gasped as her bare breasts rubbed against my chest.

"It's going to be complicated. I don't know if I can separate things like you do."

I gently tugged on the skin on her breast with my teeth, watching with  hungry eyes as her nipple puckered. She leaned forward and my tongue  lashed against it. I grinned when she sighed.

"Tell me now if you can't do this." I slid on my back, taking all of her  in my mouth. She bowed under the pressure of my tongue. I stopped  abruptly and moved to face her. "Because I can stop things." I focused  on her eyes. She was drowning in lust, her body writhing for more. I  pulled her knees apart. I had no doubt how she'd answer.

"I don't know that this is completely fair," she whispered. "You're the one with all the power."

My hands dropped to the side, flattening on the sheet. "It looks like you're the one on top, girl."

Her teeth grazed the side of my ear. "This is all off the record?"

"All."

I inhaled sharply when I felt her pull me inside. My hands gripped her hips, but she quickly pushed them off, shaking her head.

"No," she toyed. "My turn."

"Is this your answer?" I groaned as she sank warmth and fire on me. We  were both on the verge of diving into a place where words were useless.

Her mouth crushed against mine, and she murmured a yes.

I smiled, knowing these were my favorite kinds of negotiations.



I buttoned my shirt and waited for Sydney. It didn't matter what girl I  was with, the getting ready routine always seemed to be the same-it took  an eternity. I could buy three companies by the time a woman was ready  for dinner.

We had reservations at eight at a five-star restaurant a few blocks from  the hotel on the Riverwalk. She didn't need to know I was scouting one  of the chefs for the resort. I found opportunities where I could. It  wasn't worth an overnight trip for two morning meetings alone. When Mark  mentioned the chef had started at the restaurant, I knew it was another  reason to make the drive.         

     



 

I looked at my watch again. We were close to being late when I heard the  sound of high heels behind me. I turned to see her emerge from the  bedroom.

Her hair was long and loose over her shoulders. I liked it down. The  green dress hugged her breasts, but the skirt bounced out, short and  high on her thighs.

"Wow. You look beautiful."

"I didn't really pack for a fancy dinner. It's just a sundress. You sure it's ok?"

My eyes hadn't moved past her legs and the heels. "You better watch out."

"Why is that?"

"Because someone is going to snatch you up tonight."

I liked how she blushed so easily when I flirted with her. It made her  seem more innocent than I knew she was. There was nothing innocent about  that girl.

"We better get going. I have a car waiting for us." I turned for the door.

"But can't we walk? I like the river."

I took her hand and pulled her to the elevator. "We can walk after dinner. I don't want to miss our reservation."

"All right. This is your turn anyway."

"Keeping score?"

She smiled. "Only if you are."