Her mouth moved, those full, kissable lips forming
words. Words he wasn’t paying the least bit of attention to. He
blinked and said, “If you have a moment, could I have a word, please?”
Was that nervousness in her gaze?
“Of course, Mr Dixon.”
His cock hardened even more. “Excellent. My office is
over there.”
He led the way, knowing that if he didn’t he would be
touching her. They were halted by another parent and a smile curved
his lips as he watched Danny kiss his mom and leave with the other boy
and his dad. He held the door to his office open and didn’t move as
she brushed by him. Linc knew she felt the reaction between them, for
she couldn’t hide her sharp intake of breath.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His nails dug
into his palms, leaving behind crescent moons in the skin. After she’d
passed he shut the door, the click echoing through the small room,
highlighting the fact that they were alone.
He prowled around the back of the chair she perched
upon and sat behind his desk, grateful his erection was now hidden
from her view. She watched him with wary eyes, although he wondered if
her attraction to him wasn’t all that she was worried about.
“What can I do for you, Mr Dixon?” she asked flicking a
piece of imaginary lint from her jeans.
Oh, baby, if you only knew.
Ignoring the ever-increasing pressure in his pants, he
laced his fingers and rested his hands on the desk.
“Your son, Daniel—”
“Danny,” she interrupted.
He arched a brow at that interjection. “Danny,” he
amended. “I would like to offer him a new position on the team.”
She narrowed her eyes, exposing him to the protective
mama bear within. “What?”
“I think he’d be even more explosive as a forward
rather than a defenceman. A right wing, to be exact.”
She seemed to mull that over for a moment. Lifting her
chin, she met his gaze head on. “Why didn’t you just change him over?”
“I don’t want to get between a mother and her son.” He
watched her absorb his words. Her gaze moved around the room. “How
long have you been on your own?”
Chaya snapped like an iron rod had been injected in
place of her spine and her gaze glittered as she glared down her pert
nose at him.
“That, Mr Dix—”
“Linc. My name is Linc.”
She pursed her lips. “Mr Dixon, my personal life has
zero to do with my son’s position on this hockey team.”
“No, it doesn’t. And again, the name is Linc. I’m just
curious.”
“Not pertinent,” she snapped her voice coated in
permafrost.
Unintimidated, he rose and moved to stand before her.
She lifted her head as she ran her gaze up over his already-hard form.
He wanted to crow at the obvious desire glistening in her large eyes.
She was as aroused as he was.
He lowered his face parallel to hers, dropped his sight
to her full lips, shiny from her moist tongue, and back up again.
“How long, Chaya?” he intoned, allowing his power to
leech into his tone, quelling the remaining objections in her mind.
“How long since you’ve allowed a man to satisfy your needs?” |
