Killian (On the Line #1) - Brenda Rothert Page 0,32

longer I can do this,” I said, stepping back. “I want you so fucking bad.”

She glanced at her watch and sighed. “I’m sorry, but I’m Keri’s ride and I’m leaving her waiting. I wasn’t thinking.”

I nodded, relieved. “Good. Let’s get the fuck out of here before my dick explodes from frustration.”

She pulled up her pants and ran her fingers through her hair to smooth it.

“So you like anal?” she asked.

My single, low note of laughter indicated my surprise at the question. “Yeah. And I’m hoping the answer to this question doesn’t kill me but I have to know. Have you ever been fucked in the ass?”

Her cheeks flushed. “No. But I’d consider it, with the right man.”

I groaned loudly and stared up at the ceiling. “Yeah, you just killed me. Thanks for that.”

Sidney

The numbers on my treadmill ticked higher as I pushed myself into a sprint. God, I’d missed this treadmill. I loved starting every morning with a workout in my own apartment, but my Fenway condo didn’t have a place for one.

I was back in New York for two days of meetings. This was day two, and if it was anything like the first, my mind would wander to Killian throughout the day.

He’d texted me last night after a win in Louisiana. I hadn’t been able to catch the game online because of a dinner meeting. And, right now, the team bus was on its way home to Fenway.

After a few back and forth texts about the game last night, he’d taken my breath away with his last message.

Miss you, boss. Goodnight.

I missed him, too. Not that we were together all the time, but when I was in my Fenway office, I liked knowing he was nearby at practice when the team wasn’t on the road.

I was an independent secure woman, and preferring to have any man nearby was a first for me. I’d always dated mostly for sex rather than companionship. And now I’d become a woman who hoped for a glance at a man in the hallway at work.

It was pathetic, but I’d stopped trying to change it. Killian did it for me in pretty much every way possible. Trying to pretend otherwise just added to my frustration.

The memory of the way his mouth had made me a quivering mess of desperation was still very strong. I’d been grinding against his face shamelessly and I knew if given the chance to do it again right now, I wouldn’t hesitate.

I’d gotten in bed with my vibrator both nights that had passed since then, reliving the encounter in my mind. In my fantasy, he finished me and then I got down on my knees and sucked him dry.

Even though I’d gotten two better than average orgasms out of the fantasy, I still woke up with an ache between my thighs. It wasn’t enough. Not when I knew what the real thing felt like.

The treadmill flashed its congratulatory message when I finished my workout and I jumped onto the sides, panting. Time for a quick shower and a long day at the office.

Was Killian as frustrated as I was? His words about taking my mouth, pussy and ass had me almost as hot as his exceptionally talented mouth had. I wasn’t a compliant woman in bed, so why was I so turned on by the thought of him marking his territory by fucking me every which way from Sunday?

I had a nagging worry in the back of my mind that he’d pound out his sexual frustration on a random like Celia. It made my stomach twist with anxiety. He couldn’t be mine, but I didn’t want him to be anyone else’s, either. I’d been told many times I thought like a man, and my irrational, possessive thoughts made me feel like one right now.

On the outside, I’d be Sidney Stahl, no-nonsense businesswoman. But on the inside, I was all nonsense. Crazy, happy, lusting nonsense for the man I couldn’t wait to see again.

Killian

Barb no longer asked if I needed to see Sid when I walked into the office.

“She left ten minutes ago,” Barb said. “But she asked me to give you this.”

I couldn’t help a small smile. How had Sidney known I’d come by at the end of practice? Maybe she missed me as much as I missed her.

“Thanks,” I said, taking the envelope from Barb. “Have a good night.”

“You too, Killian.”

I took it out to the hallway, just looking at the envelope as I walked to the elevator. The