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  “What the fuck?”

  She leans into her desk. “I said so earlier yesterday before we worked together on the ice. Before I saw the fight in your eyes and your ability to adapt. You don’t want to fail, and I respect that.”

  “You say I wasn’t good enough?”

  She does pause this time. “I did, but I was wrong.”

  “That’s bullshit. I am good enough.”

  “I know,” she says softly. “I said I was wrong.”

  “You’re fucking with my career, Posey. I love being on the power play!”

  “I know,” she says, her voice rising. “But you weren’t doing what I wanted. The confidence isn’t there. I planned to reevaluate at the end of the next week, but now I truly believe you’re going to get there. I do believe in you.”

  Do not let that distract you. You are pissed. She is fucking with your career. It doesn’t matter if those shorts are currently causing me to have no room in my underwear. “If that’s the case, then why say anything at all?”

  She swallows hard. “Because I need us to succeed on the power play, and I needed a reason for why it wasn’t succeeding. I felt it was you, but when I pointed it out, you wanted to change your play, and now I’m backing off. I don’t want to be a bad coach. I told you this. I am learning. And instead of writing you off, I want to coach you. I want you to succeed, Boon. I do.”

  This is the first time she’s called me by my first name, and fuck if it doesn’t sound real good from those lips of hers. She looks nervous but stone-faced. I’m unable to read her when all I want is to know what she is thinking. “I can’t believe you said that.”

  “I won’t lie. I won’t sugarcoat anything. You know this. We’ve discussed this.”

  “But I’m not a bad player.”

  “You’re not, but I feel you’re better at 5-on-5 than on the PP.”

  I shake my head. “You are wrong.”

  “You may be right, or I may be. Time will tell. But I do hope you are right. It’ll be good for both parties.” Heat is coursing through my body, and I’m unsure if it’s because she is beyond gorgeous or because I’m pissed. I’m taking in deep breaths as she watches me, her breathing just as erratic. “Tonight is going to be tough, and I’m trying to figure out what to do.”

  “Don’t take me off.”

  “I don’t want to,” she admits. “We’ll see. I have to do what’s best for the team. The Wild are pretty damn dangerous.”

  I cross my arms, drinking her in with my eyes. “This isn’t because of last night?”

  “Huh?”

  I take a step toward her, and she straightens, her arms still crossed. Even though she is looking up at me, it feels like we’re the same height. She has such a commanding and intimidating stance.

  It turns me on to no end.

  “You’re not trying to ruin my career because I messaged you, are you?”

  She blinks in surprise. “No, not at all.”

  “I know it was rude. I was drunk—”

  “You don’t have to explain. It’s fine. It’s forgotten,” she says, waving me off, but her eyes say different. I stare into the blue depths that almost look green. “Really. I know how it is when you’re drunk and lonely at night. You say things you don’t mean.”

  I cock my head, and for the first time, I realize she looks self-conscious. Gone is my anger. I mean, not all of it, but it’s quickly being replaced by an urgency for her. To reassure her. Why would she think that? “I meant everything I said.”

  She looks up at me. “Say what?”

  “I wanted you to come over and let me feed you cookies. I wanted to hang with you alone because then I could kiss you without anyone stopping me. I want you, Posey. Bad.”

  She parts her lips, and I can almost see her heart pounding in her chest. “I’m sorry?”

  I take another step toward her, my breathing unsteady. “In case you haven’t realized by now, I happen to think you are absolutely stunning. So strong, so confident, and so gorgeous.”

  She widens her eyes. “You think I’m gorgeous?”

  “Posey,” I say, my voice low and deep. “I don’t think. I know.”

  Her breath catches, and I can’t resist her anymore. I reach for her, taking her by the back of the neck and bringing her up against me. Her eyes gaze into mine, wide and stunning. I can’t believe she is this close. That I have her in my arms. But I’ll be damned if I don’t take this moment by the balls.

  “No one has ever said that to me.”

  “I don’t know how. You have completely hijacked my thoughts, you have made it hard for me to breathe multiple times, and you wreak havoc on my body.”

  “Oh. Oh, wow.”

  “And I’m about to kiss you.”

  “You are?”

  “I have to.”

  “Oh, okay.”

  I can’t help but grin as I drop my mouth to hers. Heat explodes everywhere as our lips meet, and hers feel better than I ever could have imagined. She slides her hands up my chest and rests them there as I squeeze the back of her neck in my hand. I tangle my other hand in her hair, and she leans into me, her body hot against mine. I glide my tongue along her lips, urging her to open her mouth. And when she does, it’s on. I dart my tongue into her mouth, wanting to consume her. She slides her hands along my hips and down my ass, gripping my cheeks. I groan against her mouth as I press into her, wanting her to feel every inch of me. In doing so, I feel her. The heat. And Jesus, I’m not going to make it. Soon, my need is so overwhelming, I am shaking. Never in my life have I vibrated with want for a woman, but Posey is causing exactly that. I want her entirely too much, and I know I need to slow this down.

  I tear my mouth from hers, and our foreheads touch, both of us gasping for breath. I press my nose into hers, our eyes meeting, and damn, hunger is swirling in her eyes. “If I don’t stop, I won’t stop. I’ll take you right here.”

  Her eyes search mine, her fingertips digging into my ass, pressing into me so that my engorged cock rests against her precious pussy. She takes in a sharp breath, her lips parting, and then she whispers, “Don’t.”

  I’m wild for her. “Don’t?”

  “Don’t stop,” she asks. Begs, honestly.

  I can’t see straight.

  Soon, I’m light-headed, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to pass out.

  But first, I won’t dare stop.

  Chapter Eleven

  Posey

  I’ve never in my life been as hot as I am right now.

  My whole body is shaking, I’m slick with want, and the steel pipe pressed against my throbbing pussy is really making it hard to form a coherent thought. All I can think is that I want Boon. I have wanted quite a few men, but never this quickly. Never with my whole body. I want to feel him inside me. I don’t want to stop kissing him or being under his gaze. He looks at me as if I’m the only one here. I know I am, but even last night, he was only looking at me. There were plenty of gorgeous women at the bar, but his eyes stayed on me. Even when Stella was talking to us, he wouldn’t take his eyes off me. I stroke my fingers along the coarse hair of his jaw, and I’m lost in Boon’s eyes. His hands cup my face, and man, they feel good. They’re rough and strong. When he presses his nose to mine, I almost can’t believe I said those words.

  Don’t stop.

  But then, I’m not surprised. This may be new, but it’s for sure about to happen. He kisses my top lip before capturing my mouth sloppily. His tongue, his lips, his hands, they’ve all got me aching for him. His hands slide down my body, cupping my breasts before his mouth trails down my jaw to my chin. When he takes my hips in his hands, I arch into him, and a throaty sound leaves his mouth.

  “You are fucking incredible.”

  Oh, heart, we’re in trouble.

  He lifts me up like I weigh nothing. I’m a thick girl, but he makes me feel like I’m as light as a feather. I wrap my arms around him and then my legs as he turns and presses me into the door. This damn office is so small, b