by Lyssa Layne
“Need any help?” Evan is behind me again, tempting me as he pushes against my body, his fingers gripping my waist.
Not to be outdone, I slide my hips back and forth, teasing him as I shake my head. He doesn’t hold back as he moans, but he surprises me when he lifts me up and sets me on the counter. My heart races with excitement, although the one brain cell that is thinking logically tells me to stop this right now.
Evan places his hands on either side of my hips and leans forward, his face just inches away from mine. “I know your secret, Camila,” he says in a low growl.
My stomach drops and the lump reappears in my throat. His hand slips to my thigh, covering it completely. If my legs were slightly open, he could easily tell how turned on I am. His hand travels north, over my shirt where he grabs my breast and squeezes. I have to bite my lip to keep my moan from slipping out. Slowly, his hand moves to my neck and he brushes his thumb across my cheek.
“I saw what was in the guest room drawer. You’re a naughty little girl, Camila Lemos.”
Relief washes through me when he reveals we’re not thinking about the same secret. I slide my hand to his engorged manhood and clutch it the same way he did my breast, using my nails when I do. He gasps at my touch and my lips turn into a smirk. Leaning in so that our lips are almost touching, I whisper, “It’s the guest room, Evan, I haven’t been in there since I moved in.” It’s a lie, but he doesn’t know that. I tighten my fingers around him as I add, “You know nothing about me.”
Deliberately, I release his throbbing member one finger at a time and lean back. His hands move to the counter and he hangs his head, breathing hard as he does. He takes a moment to regain his composure before he looks up at me.
“Fair enough,” he says and moves his hands. He takes a step back and I slide off the counter, but he doesn’t give me enough space so our chests are still touching. Taking a different approach, he gently runs his fingers through my hair. “Maybe I had the wrong idea, Cami, but don’t tell me that you aren’t attracted to me.”
He has no idea, but if he keeps up this sweetsy act, I’ll have no problem at all turning him down. And I thought being attracted to assholes was a bad thing...
CHAPTER 6
Evan
“Ha, ha, ha,” I chuckle, trying not to be too obvious that I’m faking it. Internally, I’m wanting to slit my wrists right now. Instead, I stay on my best behavior like Camila asked.
The flight to Colorado was actually enjoyable. Neither of us mentioned the kitchen incident and we chatted, not just about work, but about each other. I was shocked to find out we have more in common than I realized and it was nice to get to know the real Camila, not the one on display like right now when she’s working.
With my hand on her lower back, I gently apply pressure, trying to give her the hint that I’m ready to move on. Her dark eyes look up at me and a real smile comes to my face as I see a hint of the happiness in her eyes that I’ve only seen in pictures. Turning back to the group of owners and coaches we were chatting with, she shakes each of their hands as she announces, “It’s been great catching up with everyone. Evan is excited about the possibilities that are out there.”
Camila’s wearing tight black pants that stretch over her amazing ass, a long sleeve lime green thermal shirt, and a knit, feather down vest that’s unzipped to her chest giving enough of a view to wonder what she’s wearing underneath. I’m too busy letting my hand wander past her back to the spandex fabric of her pants to notice when she speaks until she elbows me in the stomach. Catching the last part of her comment, I nod in agreeance.
“Camila, my team and I would love for you to join us for dinner,” Walter Feiser, owner of the Chicago Lancers, offers.
Smiling politely, she nods. “I’d love that.”
While they work out the details, I look around the stadium. Crazy how a year can make such a difference. This time last year, I was sprinting my ass off, jumping as far as I could, and just praying that I’d made the cut. It was the first time I’d met Camila, but I still remember her selling me to the coaches as she rattled off my stats and honors. Even if Blake hadn’t insisted I use her, she still would’ve been my number one choice of an agent, even being a woman. She honestly is the best in the field, but there’s no need to tell her that.
I feel her move away from my hand as she steps forward, kissing Mr. Feiser on the cheek then she reaches back and takes my hand. I squeeze it tightly, my pulse picks up the pace and I wonder if this is what it feels like to walk hand in hand with a girlfriend, something I’ve never experienced. Quickly, that thought is pushed away as we enter the corridor and Camila drops my hand. Ahead of us, my brother is calling out to her.
“Good timing,” she mutters to Blake, punching him in the arm.
“You’re an expert staller,” he says back, kissing her cheek.
Catching up to them, I ask, “What the hell are you two talking about?”
They quickly exchange a glance, letting me know they’re obviously hiding something. Camila pats my chest, splitting her attention between us and making my pulse race again. “Blake was just trying to avoid running into an old coach,” she says, but I’m not buying the bullshit. Turning back to my brother, she lifts her fingers up and down on my chest again. “You should have seen your little brother in there. He was great, might even have a couple new teams interested,” she brags and a sense of pride rolls through me, not just at her words, but because they came from her.
Blake punches me in the arm. “Good job, Ev.”
Camila glances at her phone and takes a step away from us. “I’ll catch up with you all later,” she says and heads outside to hail a cab.
I watch until she’s safely in a taxi and then turn back to Blake. “I’m on my best behavior, but I don’t want to go to another fuckin’ team.”
Blake laughs as he throws his arm around me, pulling me to him. “Camila knows what she’s doing, you just have to trust her. Now, let’s go grab something to eat, I’m starving.”
Walking outside, we make our way to Blake’s rental SUV. I get inside but don’t look at my brother when trying to be as casual as possible I ask, “What about Cami?”
Blake chuckles as he turns on the engine. “Better not let her hear you call her that. I think she has dinner plans.”
Feiser, that’s right. Blake pulls out of the parking lot and I glance over at him. “What’s the most serious relationship you’ve ever been in?”
Blake gives me a sideways glance. “Why?”
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Do you and Camila ever answer a question without a question? I’ve just never seen you bring any chick around besides her.”
“We’re not—”
“Fuck, I know, you’re just friends. Geez, just answer the question. Have you ever been in a relationship with a woman for more than just sex?”
“Yeah,” Blake answers, staring at the road, his knuckles turning white as he grips the steering wheel. Obviously, he’s not going to divulge any more information. “You feeling a girl that way?”
I shrug and stare at the passing snow on the side of the road. Why does Camila Lemos have to be so tempting? Sure, I want to get her in bed, but am I really thinking there could be more than that?
Camila
Green light! Thank god, I’m exhausted. I pull my key card out of my hotel door and let myself in. The chatter of sportscasters discussing baseball spring training on the television greet me and when I turn the corner, there’s a six-foot baseball stud fast asleep on my bed. Gregg Turner—a surfer boy turned pitching coach when he threw out his left shoulder and never fully recovered. He’s almost forty, over ten years older than me, and the first time we met, we immediately connected. After months of cat and mouse and schedules that never crossed paths, we finally said screw it and slept together without even an official first date. Two years later and things haven’t changed much and we’re both content with our relationship.
I unzip my vest and drop it to the floor
then slowly crawl over him, unzipping his jeans as I do. I need a distraction, to get my thoughts off the man I’ve just spent the past ten hours with. Evan is doing everything perfectly and it’s pissing me off. As much as it makes my life easier if he just follows my directions, I want the challenge of him running his mouth and tempting me with his efforts to get me in his bed. I’ll never fall for it, but it’s something new and different and it turns me on more than I want to admit.
The zipper is barely down when Gregg’s strong hand is in my hair. “Mmm, Cam, miss me?”
I glance up at him as I pull out his manhood, stroking lightly. “Nah, just need to get laid.”
Laughing, Gregg sits up and pulls me to him. His fingers move to my hair as our lips touch and we exchange a needy kiss. My hips rub against him as our tongues roll over one another’s. Gregg breaks the kiss and looks at me. “Need to get laid, eh?”
I nod, my hips still moving against him. “It’s been a long couple of weeks and someone ditched me on Valentine’s Day.”
“Sorry, babe,” he says and kisses me softly. “One of our pitchers got in trouble and they needed me to come down early. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
I glance over at the clock and stand up. “Good, but it’ll have to be later. We have dinner in an hour with Feiser and his guys from the Lancers.”
Gregg swings his feet off the bed and moves his legs so I’m between them. He pushes my shirt up so my tummy is exposed then his fingers are in my waistband, tugging my pants down. His lips skim over my belly button and my fingers pull through his blond, slightly receding hairline. It only takes a minute for him to have us both completely naked and in the shower.
Standing under the warm stream of water, my back pressed against his chest, his hands roam over my body. I close my eyes, trying to relax, but Evan immediately comes to mind. I can still recall feeling his hard on against my thigh from the day in the kitchen. I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that I want to feel it again, but this time with nothing over it.
“Damn, Cam, what’s got you so excited?” Gregg asks as he removes his hand from between my legs.
I feel my cheeks heat up, but I turn my head and kiss him. “You,” I lie and Gregg laughs.
He spins me around to face him. “As much as I would love to believe that, I know you too well, Camila. Who is he?”
Even as he asks, his hands slide over my ass and he holds me against him, his erection digging into my stomach. I know our relationship is odd, but it’s how we work. We’re great friends, know each other inside and out, literally, but neither of us want more than what we have. No flowers, no anniversaries, no fighting, just fun and friendship.
I sigh. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”
Gregg cocks his eyebrow. “Oh? Now I’m intrigued.”
I laugh and move my arms around his neck, lifting my legs around his waist. “Not now, okay?”
He nods and slips inside me. I close my eyes and lean my head back, letting the water cascade over our bodies. As he hits my sweet spot, I let out a moan, not holding back because that’s all I’ve been doing since the Super Bowl. Gregg continues pumping into me and eventually I feel my release, my body shuddering as I orgasm. Thank god, now I’ll be able to get through contract negotiations without Evan Purser enticing me.
Quickly, we finish our shower and I get dressed as fast as possible so we’re not late for dinner. I pull on a black blazer over my beige mini dress and black leggings. I slip on my ankle boots then finish adding my earrings and a ring when I hear a knock at the door. Gregg gets up to answer it while I put the back on my earring.
“Can I help you?” I hear Gregg ask. I can’t make out the voice on the other side of the door. Walking out of the bathroom, I stop dead in my tracks when I see Evan standing outside my room. Our eyes lock and I see fury jump in his eyes. He shakes his head and storms down the hall.
I move quickly around Gregg and chase after Evan. “Evan…Evan…Evan, wait!” I call after him.
He reels around, taking me by surprise and when he takes a side step, I’m pinned against the wall. “You’re a fuckin’ tease, Cami,” he hisses at me through his teeth.
My stomach twists at his words and my hands move to his chest, nervously fidgeting with the button on his shirt. “Gregg and I aren’t dating… it’s not like that, we’re just…” Well, how do you say you’re just screwing someone without making it sound awful? Besides, why do I feel the need to justify any of this to him? Any other client and this would be a non-issue.
“You’re just what, Camila?”
I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. Pull it together, Camila! Evan’s face slides into a grin and his finger slides down my dress, between my breasts. He stares into my eyes when he speaks.
“You pride yourself on being professional. You refuse to sleep with your clients so people won’t think you use sex to get ahead, but look at yourself, that’s all you do.” His hand moves to my ass and he squeezes it. “Your perky ass in your too-tight jeans, your tits hanging out in every outfit you wear, your kissing up, literally, to every coach, player, and owner in the leagues. Camila, all you’ve got is your sex appeal, without it, you’d just be another asshole male sports agent.”
Now I’m pissed. Forget what he thinks about Gregg and me, I don’t care. My fingers move off the buttons of his shirt and I grip the material in my fist, pulling him to me. “Don’t for one second think that’s all I am. I know this industry better than anyone in it. If you don’t like being represented by the best agent in the profession, then go find another one.” As I finish my statement, I shove him away from me and slip out from under his arm, walking back toward my room.
Behind me, Evan is chuckling, but I keep walking until I feel his hand on my waist. He pulls me back against him and leans down, whispering in my ear, “Have fun with your fuck buddy tonight, Cami. Too bad we both know that you’ll only be thinking about me.”
My pulse races and he’s right, that’s all I was thinking about earlier when I was with Gregg. Evan’s lips press against my neck, directly below my ear and I suck in my breath. Then he walks away, still laughing. Straight ahead of me is Gregg who is doing the same thing.
Making my way to him, I narrow my eyes. “What are you laughing at?”
Gregg takes my hand, leading us to the elevator, still chuckling. “You’re right,” he says and looks at me as we step onto the elevator and the door closes. “I never thought it would be one of the Purser brothers that had your panties in a wad, especially not that one.”
I close my eyes and shriek, stomping my foot on the ground. Evan Purser is having far more effect on my panties then he should and it ends now.
CHAPTER 7
Camila
Neither of us have spoken since we got in the cab to head to the airport. Our feet are now firmly on California ground and still nothing. Evan was right, I couldn’t get him out of my mind last night which was a good thing for Gregg and completely sucked for me. Nothing Gregg did could get my mind off the linebacker, so I’m still as sexually frustrated now as I was when I arrived in Colorado.
My mind is on autopilot as I drive my SUV. I try to concentrate on the highway and not the citrusy smell of the man sitting beside me. Taking a chance, I glance over at Evan who is staring out the window. This isn’t the normal Evan I know. The normal Evan would have his hand on my leg, trying to seduce me and make me falter at my rule to not sleep with a client. Evan is acting like the picture perfect client. I sigh. So why am I so disappointed?
My sigh catches his attention and he looks over at me. My stomach knots and I’m at a loss as to what to do. I’m seriously like a schoolgirl with a crush and I don’t have any idea how to act on it. There’s only been one other time that I’ve ever felt this way about a man and that didn’t turn out so well. It’s a mixture of giddiness and nerves and the combination makes me want to puke.
The song on the radio is interrupted as my phone begins to ring through the stere
o, startling me. I quickly hit accept to make it stop. Crap, I don’t even know who it is. What if it’s Gregg? I begin to panic, hitting every button on the dashboard until Evan calmly hands me my phone. The speakerphone turned off, I finally manage to answer, “Hello?”
My sweet friend’s voice hits my ear. “Camila? Are you in town?” Mia asks and I can hear her breathing heavily on the other end.
Immediately, I push all my problems out of my mind. “Yeah, Mia. What’s wrong? Are you okay? Toby? Tate?”
She takes a deep breath and through gritted teeth she speaks. “Every…one’s fine.” There’s a long pause and then she talks again. “My contractions are about a minute apart and my water just broke.”
Without looking, I swerve across two lanes of traffic to get to the exit. Evan cusses under his breath and grabs the handle above the door.
“Okay, Mia, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Is Toby alright?”
She takes a few seconds then answers. “Yeah, he’s watching T.V. and I’m pacing in the foyer. Tate’s already on a plane from Arizona so hopefully this baby can wait that long.”
“Okay, don’t have him before I get there,” I tell her and she laughs before we hang up.
I have a one-track mind right now to get to Mia’s place. After everything Mia, Tate, and Toby have gone through in the last couple years, this baby has to be fine. Luckily, Mia’s had an easy pregnancy up to this point, but I don’t think she’ll be able to go through anymore drama after what her ex-husband did to her. I press the gas pedal harder and maneuver through the tight traffic.
“What the hell is going on?” Evan demands from the passenger seat.
Crap, I forgot he was there. Good to know that it is possible to stop thinking about him for a few moments. I speak fast, sounding completely frazzled which isn’t like me, but then again, I’m no baby expert. “That was Mia James. She’s home alone with her six-year-old son and her water just broke. Her husband is in Arizona at spring training so I have to get her to the hospital.”