Page 55 of Leave It On The Field (Grand Slam 3)
“Oh, yeah, they’re definitely having sex. Have been for years.”
“What?” I lurch back and almost fall off his legs. “You knew they were having sex and you didn’t tell me?”
“Why would you want to know? No one needs to think about that.”
“Gross.” I stick out my tongue. “Why would she have sex with him?”
“I don’t know, babe,” he says, rubbing my back. “I guess power is attractive to some women.”
“Not when it comes wrapped in that ugly package.” I bury my face into his neck. “And I’m not talking physically. He has such an ugly little soul.”
“So, you’re saying he’s okay physically?”
“There’s nothing okay about him.” I melt into his body as he starts stroking my hair. “Yuck. I’ll never be able to get this out of my head. What if they’re having sex right now?”
“Whatever. I guess, everyone has to find someone.”
“Does she know that you know?” I sit back up. “Have you talked about it?”
“Soph,” he says, running his index finger down my face until in lands on my lips. “I don’t want to talk to anyone about their sex life, especially not when it involves Drew.”
“But you and Evelyn are friends. How have you not talked about who she’s dating?”
“First, I’m not sure they’re dating. They’re having sex, but it doesn’t seem to be a public relationship.” He pulls me back against him and nuzzles his face into my hair. “And second, Evelyn and I aren’t friends.”
“What? How? You’ve worked together for nine years.” I start wiggling on his lap as his lips make it to my neck. “Of course, you’re friends—at least work friends. You’ve never talked to her about who’s she dating?”
“Soph.” He flips me down on the bed and stretches out beside me. “I’ve never talked to her about anything except work. She doesn’t know anything about me personally and vice versa.”
“Huh. That surprises me.” He starts to run his fingers down my body. “I think she thinks you’re friends.”
“I don’t know what she thinks. And I don’t really care.” His hand stops on my belly. “Can we please talk about something else? Or maybe not talk at all.”
He rolls on top of me and quickly separates my lips with his tongue.
“Seb, stop,” I say, pushing on his chest. “What if there are cameras in here?”
“Then, the world will see me lying on a bed, kissing my wife.”
“Yeah, and then they’ll add their own smutty details about what happened next—even though nothing happened.”
I try to get away from him, but he throws his leg over me to stop my escape.
“Seb, seriously. Not the time or the place. Everyone’s already calling me a whore. I don’t need them having video evidence of it.”
“Video evidence of what? Kissing your husband? I’m not sure how that makes you a whore.”
“You know how it is.” I push his leg off me and sit up. “You’re the golden boy who can do no wrong, so any time something goes wrong, everyone blames me.”
“Nothing is ever your fault,” he says, running his hand down my arm. “Absolutely nothing.”
“But I still get blamed for everything. Speaking of, have you heard from Ricky after we didn’t let him into the house this afternoon? I’m sure he’s blaming that on me. The security guy said he threw such a fit that they almost had to call the police.”
He closes his eyes. “He’s texted me almost nonstop over the last few days. I haven’t read any of them or answered them. I don’t want to get into it with him now, but I’m cutting him loose after the series.”
“Seb, you don’t have to do that. I just won’t be around when he is.”
His eyes pop open. “I’m not limiting my time with you because he’s an asshole.”
