See You at the Finish Line (Run, Love, Repeat #1)

43. Paige

Adam places keys in my hand when I’m by the door before reaching around to rest his hand on the handle. He doesn’t open it though, so I’m caged in his arms. There are worse places to be. His eyes are dark as he takes me in, leaning down to kiss me like a starving man in the desert.

It reminds me of our first kiss when we were starving in the desert. One of his hands comes up to stroke my cheek before moving to the back of my head. I feel his grip tighten, pulling my hair as he wraps my ponytail around his hand.

“Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to do this?” he asks barely above a whisper. My hair tugs as he uses my ponytail to guide my head to meet his searing gaze. “Every time I see this sassy thing whipping around, I want to grab it and pull you to me as I bury my cock inside you.”

We don’t have time, we don’t have time, we don’t have time.

He growls—actually growls—when I push him away, laughing as I leave the house. My house. Our house .

At work, I’m greeted by a body coming at me. Connor envelops me in a hug, and I’m surprised to see him here.

“Connor!” I exclaim when he lets me go.

“I am so happy to see you, Paige. Welcome back! Everything okay with your sister?”

“She’s making a full recovery. And I’m happy to see you too,” I say. I think he can sense my hesitancy.

“Oh, don’t worry, you still have your job. They decided to keep both of us.”

I’m so relieved. “That’s great news!”

We’re entering the arena when Adam’s car pulls into the parking lot. I can’t help it—my eyes track him as he climbs out, his long, thick legs surprisingly graceful. Did the world turn to slow motion or is it just me? He runs a hand through his hair and his shirt lifts, revealing a sliver of skin. Skin I have personally tasted. Ten out of ten, would recommend.

He sees me watching and a wide grin splits his face.

We’re screwed.

“Hey, Adam,” Connor says brightly. “You look chipper this morning. Get a good night’s sleep?”

It takes everything in me not to laugh.

“No, I didn’t. Something kept me up all night.”

“Well, whatever it is, you should keep doing it because you look radiant.”

Adam claps Connor on the shoulder to hide the snort that bursts out of me, steering him into the building with a wink my way.

“Don’t worry man, I plan to,” Adam says.

I follow them into the building and get my bearings. It’s hard because Adam’s butt is so damn fine in his athletic pants.

My phone buzzes.

Adam’s Actual Phone Number

Monday 9:10 a.m.

stop looking at my ass

conceited much? I was staring at Connor’s ass

don’t make me report you to HR

I’ll have to divulge the dirty details of everything I’m currently thinking of doing to Connor’s ass

I know that you’re joking but please don’t talk to me about another man’s ass, especially when I can still taste you on my tongue

I choke. Full on choke. This man.

That’s dirty. Two can play at that game

you’re on

Correct, I am turned on. Good thing I packed a vibrator in my ba g

Adam whips his head around to look at me. I flash him my most innocent smile.

oh it’s on alright

Don’t forget I massage people for a living, your body isn’t the only one I’ll be touching today

I look up in time to see a muscle feather in his jaw. I am downright fucking giddy. How is this my life?

if I didn’t respect you and your profession so much I’d march you right out of this arena and back to our bed

Our bed. My toes curl in my shoes.

Who needs a bed when you have a perfectly good desk in your office you can bend me over?

Adam stops dead in his tracks. I almost crash right into him.

“Sorry, Connor, I have to use the bathroom,” he says, his voice tight. He doesn’t look at me as he makes a beeline to the restroom. Point for Paige.

“That was weird,” Connor says, watching Adam walk away.

“He’s a weird guy,” I say, also watching that fine ass. He disappears around the corner leaving me and Connor free to get set up for the day. I can feel my phone buzzing in my pocket as I take on my first client. Since I’m new to the company, my job will be working on the fourth line, and today it’s the defencemen.

My mind drifts as I think of Adam’s body, and I can’t help but compare him to everyone I see today. It’s unprofessional. Usually, I can separate my work from my personal life, but Adam has invaded every cell in my being and set my body on fire.

I make myself work on two clients before allowing myself to check my phone.

I’m not going to lie, I don’t have a comeback for that one. Well played

if we keep this up we’re going to be fired on the first day

although, I don’t suppose being fired would be the worst thing in the world

we could spend all day at home in bed

I’d spend all day inside of you, my cock, my tongue, my fingers

fuck I can’t concentrate

we can’t get fired, please go easy on me

I have no intention of going easy on him. When I have a break, I make my way over to his office. The door is open, allowing me to walk in and quietly shut it behind me. He doesn’t look up right away so I take the time to study him. His brow is furrowed. He didn’t have time to shave this morning, so his face is scruffy. I like it. He’s so absorbed in his work that he still doesn’t look up.

I want to feel that scruff scraping the inside of my thighs

His phone pings, jolting him out of his concentration. His eyes catch me before he sees the message, and he startles in his chair, his hand flying to his heart.

I smile and nod to his phone. When he reads the message, he groans, scratching the scruff in question.

“You are evil, pure evil,” he hisses at me. “Have you no mercy? ”

“None.” I sway my hips a little extra as I slowly walk towards him, flipping my ponytail. I’m drunk on the power of making him watch every single move I make. I spin his desk chair around and lean into him. “I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whisper into his ear.

He swallows hard, narrowing his eyes at me.

“You’re lying, you’re wearing a skirt.”

I shrug. “Only one way to find out.”

He shakes his head and takes me by the hips, lifting me like I’m nothing more than a weight at the gym, and plops me on the desk right on top of his open books. His hand wraps around my ponytail like it did this morning. I didn’t think I was into hair pulling. But when it comes to us, I’m into everything Adam does.

“You aren’t going to dramatically swipe the desk clean?” I ask, my voice low.

“You know how much of a mess that makes?”

“I might make a mess of your stuff anyway,” I say quietly.

He groans and kisses me hard, prying my legs open so he can stand between them. His free hand trails up my thighs under the fabric of my flowy skirt to find that I was not, in fact, lying.

“Paige,” he hisses.

“Yes, Coach?”

“Damn you.” He releases my hair and lifts me. I think he’s going to send me away, but he flips me around and bends me over the desk. “I can’t get this fantasy out of my head thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome. ”

I hear the buckle on his pants loosen and the zipper being pulled down. His length is there, insistent against my legs. He slowly drags the skirt up, hitching it around my waist.

“Fucking hell,” he whispers, dragging two fingers into my core. “You’re already wet for me, sweetheart?”

“Only for you.”

“I am not going to be gentle,” he warns, his lips trailing my neck. He proves his point by biting the soft spot at the base. My pussy throbs at the gesture.

“Did I ask you to be gentle?” I say turning to look at him. His eyes are wild as he grips his hard length.

“You’d better be quiet,” he warns.

“No promises,” I wink.

“Fuck, Paige.”

“Yes, please.”

He rams into me and I gasp, his hand coming around to cover my mouth. I am so full of him, and I bend farther over the desk, finding purchase on the edges.

“Oh, you’re so tight,” he whispers, and I know he’s having a hard time staying quiet too. I’ve learned that Adam doesn’t hold back when it comes to the sounds he makes in bed. I love a noisy man.

I push my hips back into him, getting him as deep as he can go. He was not lying. He’s rough with his thrusts and I feel him deep inside me. The rhythm he creates hits my G spot over and over again. I’m rocking into him as one of his hands leaves my hips, coming around to circle my clit, and I am done for. His chest presses into me as his movements become wilder. We had a lot of sex last night, but Adam is dirty fucking me on this desk and I don’t think I’ve ever seen stars faster. I didn’t even know this was a fantasy of mine—I’m coming undone within a minute.

“Adam,” I breathe, and he continues moving his hand, knowing I’m close.

“I’m right there, Paige. Moan for me, sweetheart,” he says like he’s forgotten we’re in his office.

I breathe through the orgasm that rips through my body, feeling myself clench around Adam’s cock as he throbs, coming over the edge with me. His breathing is animalistic and he growls into my ear. He thrusts one last time, so deep that the orgasm that was fading out tears through me again.

“Oh!” I exclaim in surprise, breathing out a cry.

“Fuck.” Adam’s head comes to rest on my back. “What was that sound?”

“I have no idea.” I exhale. My legs are so wobbly. Adam reaches around, grabs some tissues from the box on his desk, and eases out of me, cleaning me up. He carefully replaces my skirt and pulls up his pants before collapsing into the chair and bringing me down with him.

He leans his head on my shoulder and pride rolls through me.

“Does this mean I win?” I ask. He nips at my neck and I laugh, curling into him.

“Adam, I have a question about—” Head Coach Henry Whyatt bursts into the room.