Page 93 of Violent Little Thing

I winked. “So you can have complete control of the Cowgirls, and I’ll deal with the Condors. And you can go to the high-profile events for the Condors, while I do the high-profile ones for the Cowgirls.”

“Deal.” She made a worried face. “Kind of…I hate to say this, but I don’t really care about staffing. Not for either team. If you’ll keep doing that…and recruiting with me. I don’t know shit about shit. But any office or administrative stuff with the Cowgirls…I’m your girl.”

“How about we hire someone to oversee both teams, and we get final decisions?”

“Would that mean that I go to away games?” She grinned.

“You don’t have to go to away games now, but if we hired a team manager for both teams, then we’d essentially just be the head. Make the big decisions. The team manager would help with recruitment, staffing, and anything else that we may need…and I can go back to working at the garage to help your cousin out when he needs it.”

She breathed a sigh of relief. “I never wanted to own any part of a sports team. I know this sounds bad, because it’s a dream for most people…but man. I just want to be able to stay at home and read books, do some phone calls, and mostly work from home.”

I kissed her. “That sounds pretty perfect to me. But let’s find us a couple of managers first.”

She leaned forward and pushed her way into me, throwing me off balance enough that I hit the floor on my butt.

“Hey.” I laughed as I caught her to me, pulling her into my lap, her knees straddling either side of my hips.

“Sorry.” She batted her eyelashes. “I didn’t mean to get you down on the ground, where you are horizontal, and can lie back and relax while I straddle your hips and ride…”

I kissed her, pulling her face down to mine.

She kissed me hard, her hands in my hair, as she ground her hips against me.

“How soundproof do you think this office is?” she asked curiously.

“About like you’d expect, would be my guess,” I said. “Just keep your mouth shut. If you can’t, I’ll occupy it.”

She scoffed. “As if you could handle me.”

“Baby.” I smoothed my hand into her hair, pulling her face closer. “I already do.”

Before she could screech in outrage, I had my hand down the front of her pants, and I was testing her readiness.

She was soaked, which wasn’t surprising.

The woman seemed to always be ready for me.

Then again, I was always ready for her, too.

I felt like any time we were together, we were explosive.

We’d been sharing our bodies for weeks now, and I could never manage to take her slow and sweet.

This time would be no different.

Not when she was ripping my belt away and sliding my zipper down.

Not when she was reaching into my pants and pulling my cock out.

Especially not when she was standing up and ripping her pants off.

I was ready for her, though, so when she threw herself down at me, I caught her with a laugh and rolled.

She was underneath me seconds later, on her hands and knees, and I was lining my cock up with her entrance.

I pushed into her from behind, and my eyes crossed as the tightness of her pussy surrounded me.

“Oh my god,” she breathed. “I’m so full.”