Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
I licked my lips and looked nervously around again, relieved that we were still alone in the hallway, cursing myself for being so paranoid. The thing was, I was becoming more painfully aware by the minute that I could not hide my reactions to Kage in public. Any time he threw a little attention my way, what little blood didn’t spread as a blush across my cheeks went straight into my shorts, instantly revealing what we were both trying to hide.
“Don’t worry, Jamie.” Kage leaned over and grazed the sensitive shell of my ear with his lips. “I may be losing a bunch of weight, but I’m still just as strong as ever. After the fight, I’ll prove it to you. I’ll fuck your tight little ass good and hard, just the way you like it.”
Oh God, he was right; that was just the way I liked it. Even now I was craving the burn and the stretch, the secure warmth of a body against my back, the feeling of being completely owned by another person.
No, not just another person, Jamie. Him. You want to be owned by him.
Kage’s warm breath on my ear was not helping matters, and I found myself stammering to find words. “Um… Aren’t we supposed to be keeping it all business while we’re here? No affection, right? I’m your publicist, and you’re my client. That’s what you said, right?”
“Look at me,” he said, and I turned my face toward his. He gave me a sweet little smile that was totally opposite to the unchaste gleam in his eyes and shocked me with his next request. “Put your hand between my legs.”
I hesitated, pulled back slightly, my eyes darting around the hallway yet again. Miraculously, no one had shown up during the five or so minutes we’d been sitting there, but what if they did? What if it was one of the other fighters, or someone who had the ear of UFC upper management? Would there be repercussions? I did not want to be the reason Kage’s fighting career went belly up before it even got started, but at the same time I hated being so paranoid.
“What happened to all business?”
“Stop thinking and just do it,” he said. “Turn off that busy brain of yours and reach over here and touch me.”
Meeting his eyes, I dropped my hand to the front of his shorts and skimmed the flat of my palm over his very obvious erection, running along the thickening shaft, pausing at the prominent ridge of the head. Just that simple touch fried my brain, driving all thoughts of UFC and fights and witnesses out of my mind. I had the urge to slip my hands inside his shorts, wrap my fingers around his dick and run my thumb over the slit, where I knew a slippery drop of precum would be waiting.
Kage sucked in a breath, his lips parted, and the tip of his tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip. “Does that feel like business to you?” His voice was low and teasing, but there was an edge to it that said he would have taken me in that hallway if he thought he could get away with it. “How do you expect me to stand by that decision when you’re so close to me all the time? I’m only human.” He smiled. “And just for the record, I’m not your client. I’m your boss. Got it?”
I let out a shaky breath, not trusting myself to speak, and we continued to stare into each other’s eyes. My hand had not strayed from his dick, and I could feel the subtle changes taking place just on the other side of the fabric of his shorts. The same thing was happening to me. I didn’t know what to do with the information right at that moment, though, or the feelings that were rippling through me. If we had been alone, it would have been easy; we would have been all over each other. But sitting in the middle of a hallway, and with so much important shit weighing on Kage, all we could seem to do was stare at each other and try to communicate without words how goddamn tough the wanting was. How hard it was, and how good it felt, and how confusing it all was.
I snatched my hand guiltily from Kage’s lap when Marco suddenly came crashing through the swinging door at the end of the hall, bringing with him the negatively-charged energy that seemed to be part of his molecular structure. At the moment he was the stereotypical obnoxious coach, clapping his hands as he approached us at a break-neck pace. “Alright, to the sauna. Time to go. Move it, boys! Jamie, so help me… if you distract him, you’re out of here.”