Page 215 of Cross Check

I missed you too, baby.

What are you wearing?

Me

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One of the shirts I stole from you.

GE

Fuck. I like seeing you in my bed.

Me

Thanks for giving me a key.

GE

I’m about to put you on the goddamn lease.

Look at your legs.

Lift the shirt up so I can see more?

Me

You can be patient, can’t you?

GE

Cruel woman!!!

Two weeks without seeing Grant, and I rush into his arms when he gets home.

“Hi,” I murmur, deadbolting the door behind him. I inhale the familiar scent of his cologne and relish in the heaviness of his palm on the small of my back. “That took so long.”

“Accident on the highway and construction a few blocks from here.” He holds me close, walking me backward until my shoulders press against the foyer wall. His hand slips under the hem of my shirt, fanning out over my stomach. “Fuck. I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I breathe out, cupping his face. “Don’t leave on a six-game road trip again, okay?”

“I’m calling the league tomorrow to ask if they can fix our schedule for the rest of the year.” Grant kisses me, a soft press of his lips to the corner of my mouth. “Might put you on the phone with the commissioner. You can be very convincing.”

“Are you hungry? You had a cross-country flight, and I can⁠—”

“Don’t need food. Just need you.” He pulls away and lowers to his knees in the middle of the room. “I’ve dreamed about going down on you every second I’ve been gone, Lia. Put me out of my misery and let me taste you.”

Lust rips through me. I thread my fingers in his hair and nod, anticipation building low in my stomach when he presses an open-mouthed kiss on the hem of my shirt.

“Please,” I whisper. I tug on his hair, pulling tight. “I’ve dreamed about it too.”

“Did you touch yourself while I’ve been gone?” He bunches my shirt in one hand, holding it right under my breasts. He kisses my shin and runs his tongue up my calf. “Or have you held back?”

“I couldn’t help myself.” My lips part with an exhale when he snaps the waistband of my underwear against my hip. “After we’d hang up, I’d get off and imagine you were right next to me, but I know the real thing is going to be even better. Take off my underwear, Grant.”

“You’re not supposed to be the boss tonight.” He lifts my foot by the ankle and sets it on his shoulder. “We’re going to play by my rules.”

“I don’t care what rules we play by. Just do something.”