pressed his face between your thighs until your eyes rolled back in your head.
An image flashes behind my eyes. Of Daren hovering over me. Of cut muscles and sweaty skin. Of glorious ridges and pulsing heat.
And holy mother, there was a lot of pulsing heat.
Now that my hangover has fully retreated, my mind has been filling in the blanks from Friday night. How his rough hands gripped my now tender skin in heated exchanges as I tried to claw my way closer. How wide I had to stretch my legs so he could press his way in. How good he felt when he finally pushed—
“Madeline.”
I nearly jump out of my shoes. Twisting around, I come face to face with Roger.
“You okay?” he asks, waving his hand at me. “You look a little flushed.”
“Do I?” I press a sweaty palm to my forehead. “It’s warm in here. Are you warm? I’m warm.” Oh, God. I’m standing here in the middle of the office about to spontaneously combust over Daren. What’s wrong with you?
Roger eyes me curiously. “Did you eat lunch?”
“No,” I say, pointing to him. Bingo. Lunch! “I have not eaten yet. And I do get a bit lightheaded.”
“So go grab a bite. You know, I never say things like this, Madeline, but don’t push yourself too hard. You’re often here when I come in, and you’re still here when I leave. I love your drive, but I don’t want you to burn out.”
Nodding, I agree. “Yes, sir. No burning out. I get it.”
He points to the screen. “Good game?”
“Uh, I’m not really sure. I just popped in here a moment ago.”
“I’m guessing you’ve heard then.” He scratches the back of his head, a wrinkle forming between his brows.
“Heard what?”
“You’re back on the football segment.” He presses his palms into his tired eyes. “I’m not sure why Spencer switched you out for Nicole after his big to-do last week, but viewer emails came flooding in wanting you back after Nicole’s segment ran yesterday.” Dropping his hands to his waist, he raises his eyebrows. “So you’re back on. Be ready to go on Thursday.”
No, no, no! Dread fills my stomach. How can I cover Daren? I slept with him this weekend. No, we fucked, dirty and hard and more than once.
Roger frowns again. “You’re too young to get an ulcer, kiddo. Just aim for the same vibe you did the first time, and everything will be okay.”
I nod, forcing a weak smile, and he shuffles out of the office.
Same vibe? How the hell do you convey the same vibe after you’ve placed your mouth on someone’s… Oh, God. I went down on Daren. I scratched the hell out of his back. I said things to him you couldn’t get me to say at gunpoint.
I’m going to throw up. I bolt for my cubicle only to run into Brad.
“Hey, Madeline. Just wanted to see if you wanted a coffee. I’m headed out now.”
I shake my head. “No, that’s nice of you, though. Thanks.”
“No problemo.” He looks me over. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
A strained laughter leaves my lips. “Just, uh, trying to get a grip on everything I have to do today.”
“Been pretty busy lately, huh?”
“Yeah. Busy. Really, really busy.”
He scratches his head, messing up his sandy blond hair. “Well, let me know if things change. I’d love to take you to lunch some time to catch up.”
Nodding, I try to smile. “Yes. I will. Thanks so much. Some time we’ll have to do that.”
When I’m finally alone in my cubicle, I know only one thing will ease my distress. Work. Lots and lots of work.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- Daren -
The woman is never home. I assume she sleeps tucked under her desk at work. I’ve caught a few of her interviews on TV, so at least I know she’s alive.
I figured seeing Maddie on TV would take the edge off, remind me why I should be over the moon that she skipped out on me early Saturday morning. But it didn’t. In fact, it pissed me off. Especially on the field when she invaded my thoughts. Because when I’m
An image flashes behind my eyes. Of Daren hovering over me. Of cut muscles and sweaty skin. Of glorious ridges and pulsing heat.
And holy mother, there was a lot of pulsing heat.
Now that my hangover has fully retreated, my mind has been filling in the blanks from Friday night. How his rough hands gripped my now tender skin in heated exchanges as I tried to claw my way closer. How wide I had to stretch my legs so he could press his way in. How good he felt when he finally pushed—
“Madeline.”
I nearly jump out of my shoes. Twisting around, I come face to face with Roger.
“You okay?” he asks, waving his hand at me. “You look a little flushed.”
“Do I?” I press a sweaty palm to my forehead. “It’s warm in here. Are you warm? I’m warm.” Oh, God. I’m standing here in the middle of the office about to spontaneously combust over Daren. What’s wrong with you?
Roger eyes me curiously. “Did you eat lunch?”
“No,” I say, pointing to him. Bingo. Lunch! “I have not eaten yet. And I do get a bit lightheaded.”
“So go grab a bite. You know, I never say things like this, Madeline, but don’t push yourself too hard. You’re often here when I come in, and you’re still here when I leave. I love your drive, but I don’t want you to burn out.”
Nodding, I agree. “Yes, sir. No burning out. I get it.”
He points to the screen. “Good game?”
“Uh, I’m not really sure. I just popped in here a moment ago.”
“I’m guessing you’ve heard then.” He scratches the back of his head, a wrinkle forming between his brows.
“Heard what?”
“You’re back on the football segment.” He presses his palms into his tired eyes. “I’m not sure why Spencer switched you out for Nicole after his big to-do last week, but viewer emails came flooding in wanting you back after Nicole’s segment ran yesterday.” Dropping his hands to his waist, he raises his eyebrows. “So you’re back on. Be ready to go on Thursday.”
No, no, no! Dread fills my stomach. How can I cover Daren? I slept with him this weekend. No, we fucked, dirty and hard and more than once.
Roger frowns again. “You’re too young to get an ulcer, kiddo. Just aim for the same vibe you did the first time, and everything will be okay.”
I nod, forcing a weak smile, and he shuffles out of the office.
Same vibe? How the hell do you convey the same vibe after you’ve placed your mouth on someone’s… Oh, God. I went down on Daren. I scratched the hell out of his back. I said things to him you couldn’t get me to say at gunpoint.
I’m going to throw up. I bolt for my cubicle only to run into Brad.
“Hey, Madeline. Just wanted to see if you wanted a coffee. I’m headed out now.”
I shake my head. “No, that’s nice of you, though. Thanks.”
“No problemo.” He looks me over. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
A strained laughter leaves my lips. “Just, uh, trying to get a grip on everything I have to do today.”
“Been pretty busy lately, huh?”
“Yeah. Busy. Really, really busy.”
He scratches his head, messing up his sandy blond hair. “Well, let me know if things change. I’d love to take you to lunch some time to catch up.”
Nodding, I try to smile. “Yes. I will. Thanks so much. Some time we’ll have to do that.”
When I’m finally alone in my cubicle, I know only one thing will ease my distress. Work. Lots and lots of work.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- Daren -
The woman is never home. I assume she sleeps tucked under her desk at work. I’ve caught a few of her interviews on TV, so at least I know she’s alive.
I figured seeing Maddie on TV would take the edge off, remind me why I should be over the moon that she skipped out on me early Saturday morning. But it didn’t. In fact, it pissed me off. Especially on the field when she invaded my thoughts. Because when I’m
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