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  She nodded, her expression dazed as Travis lifted her off his lap. They both watched as he adjusted his hard dick and took some centering breaths.

  “That’s not very family friendly.”

  “No, it’s not,” Travis muttered. “Don’t look so proud of yourself.”

  The limo driver opened the door and extended a hand for Georgie to take. “Oh, but I am,” she threw over her shoulder with a wink. “Take your time.”

  Travis shook his head and climbed out after Georgie. At the entrance to the sprawling residence, a man waited with hands clasped behind his back to guide them inside. Travis had been to some incredible homes in the last few years, some belonging to coaches and teammates, but he could say without reservation that this one took the cake. It wasn’t flashy or decked out with fish and flat screens. It was old money. Understated and tasteful.

  Polished marble floors gleamed in the entryway, which spread into a foyer on one side, a wine cellar on the other. A staircase lay just beyond, curving around to the hidden second floor. It was huge and airy and lit by sconces. Low music drifted in, mingling with the sound of an unseen water fixture.

  “Mr. Fisher is just showing your agent the grounds,” said the butler. “Please wait here and I’ll let them know you’ve arrived.”

  The man left the room, leaving Georgie and Travis alone.

  “Whoa,” Georgie whispered. “It’s like we stepped into an Italian piazza or something. Probably. I’ve never been to Italy.”

  “Do you want to go to Italy?”

  “Of course I do.” She turned in an awed circle, heels clicking on the floor, her lips parted. “Who doesn’t want to travel?”

  Travis took a step closer to Georgie, unsure if he was going to kiss her again or demand to know everything she’d ever wanted in her life. To what end, he didn’t know. But she was beautiful in the muted light and blown away by this mansion. It made him highly aware of the fact that they’d gone out only on a couple of impromptu dates. Is that what she would remember about their time together? “Georgie—”

  “Welcome.” Kelvin Fisher strode into the room the way a king might, but less aloof. His smile was hearty and genuine as he shook Travis’s hand. The head of the network was younger than Travis thought, midway through his thirties and radiating energy. “Travis Ford,” Kelvin said. “I’m a huge fan.”

  Travis nodded. “Thank you.” He lifted an arm and Georgie slid under it like she belonged there. Fuck. It felt like she did. “This is Georgie Castle.” Travis stopped short of calling her his girlfriend and wished like hell he’d staked that claim when Kelvin kissed her hand, smiling over it while she blushed.

  “I’ve seen you in the papers. Have to say we all enjoyed reading the reporter’s account of you swooping in to shut down that man in the bar. Well done.” He tilted his head. “I’m not sure I’ve ever met a professional clown. Do you have any tricks up your sleeve for tonight?”

  Georgie gave a ladylike shrug, taking her hand back so she could make a coin appear from behind Kelvin’s ear. “It’s not my best work, but you caught me on a night off.”

  Kelvin’s laugh echoed off the many marble surfaces in the entry. Georgie grinned back.

  Travis wished he’d kissed her one more time in the limo. “Let me guess. Donny is off somewhere taking an important call.”

  “Sports agents,” Kelvin said, finally managing to drag his attention away from Georgie. “Can’t live with ’em . . .”

  “Can’t sign a deal worth a damn without them,” Donny said, swaggering into the room in a cream-colored suit. “Let’s see if we can manage it tonight, huh, boys?”

  Travis was forced to let go of Georgie to give Donny a back-slapping hug, but he really didn’t want to. As soon as it was over, he urged her back up against his side as they followed Kelvin through the living room to the terrace. “We’ll be dining alfresco tonight. I hope that’s okay,” Kelvin said, nodding to two women in aprons who immediately disappeared from sight. “I spent last summer on the Amalfi Coast and now I’m subjecting everyone in my life to Italian culture.”

  “There are definitely worse things,” Georgie said, once again starry-eyed over their surroundings. And yeah, once again, Travis had to admit the atmosphere was pretty amazing. Evening was fading from the sky and candles were lit and flickering on every available surface. A low chandelier hung over an ornate antique table decorated with white and yellow flowers.

  “Georgie,” Kelvin said smoothly, signaling yet another member of his staff. “Can I offer you a glass of wine?”

  “Sure, I—”

  A small female child burst out through the back door onto the patio, throwing herself at Kelvin’s legs. “Dada! I’m not tired.”

  Obviously not expecting the intrusion, Kelvin twisted awkwardly, trying to see the girl wrapped around his legs. “You have to be tired. We rode bikes. Built a fort. Everything we did today was designed to make you tired.” He gave an awkward laugh. “We talked about this. I have a meeting tonight. Tomorrow morning, I’m all yours.”

  “It’s cold in my room.”

  “We can adjust the temperature.”

  She peeked through his legs. “Who are they?”

  Instead of answering, Kelvin turned to the woman pouring wine and communicated Help me with his eyes. The woman stopped what she was doing and rushed over, wrapping an arm around the little girl’s middle and attempting to lift her. Which of course made the child scream.

  Kelvin massaged the center of his forehead and offered them an apologetic smile. “It wasn’t supposed to be my week, but something came up for my ex.” His smile dropped as his daughter started to wail in earnest. “Bedtime is always an adventure.”

  Georgie moved away from Travis, skirting past the ornate table to kneel in front of the child. “Hi. I’m Georgie. What’s your name?”

  The girl scrubbed at her eye with a chubby fist. “Madison.”

  “Do you want to see something cool?”

  No hesitation. “Yes.”

  Travis watched spellbound as Georgie snagged three lemons from the centerpiece and started juggling them. “Okay, Madison. You have to help me. Clap your hands so I don’t drop them.”

  The girl slid out from behind her father slowly, tears beginning to dry.

  “I can’t keep it up . . . my arms are getting weak . . .”

  Kelvin crouched down next to Madison and clapped, finally giving the girl the push she needed to join in. Within seconds, the little girl was laughing, her eyes wide as Georgie picked up speed.

  Christ. Travis didn’t know what to make of the fiery sensation in his chest. It didn’t take a huge leap of imagination to paint Georgie, Kelvin, and the child as a family. One that loved each other so much, they couldn’t help but break into spontaneous acts of cuteness wherever they went. The dumbstruck way the other man was looking at Georgie made Travis want to knock him on his ass, even though he fully understood. Who wouldn’t look at her like she was a fucking angel? That’s exactly what she was in that moment. Every moment. A being sent straight from the clouds.

  God, he was cold. Felt like a beggar watching a family eat Thanksgiving dinner through a picture window. It was all so wholesome. Exactly what Georgie deserved. Exactly what she wanted.

  Exactly what he could never give her. Someone else would, though.

  Travis was so focused on the chaos in his stomach, he didn’t notice Kelvin stand and make his way over. “Georgie is magnificent. You’re a lucky man.”

  “Thank you,” Travis managed, some honesty slipping free without his permission. “I don’t know what the hell she’s doing with me.”

  Kelvin chuckled, but his expression was thoughtful. “I didn’t believe my team when they suggested you’d changed, but part of my success comes from being a good judge of character. I don’t think a woman like her could be wrong about someone.” He paused. “Still, I can’t make an assessment on that alone. Why do you want this job, Travis?”

  The last couple weeks cam
e back to him in a rush of color and sound. Georgie was front and center of every memory. Throwing food at his head, tossing him baseballs in the middle of a rainstorm, sitting on her kitchen counter and telling him he was more than the sport. Somewhere along the line, he’d started to believe her, hadn’t he?

  “If you’d asked me that a month ago, I’m not sure what I would have told you. The truth would have been that I wanted the job so I wouldn’t be a failure. I grew up surrounded by doubt and I didn’t want to fulfill it. When the league dropped me, I thought I’d earned that doubt. Become someone who deserved it.” He locked eyes with Georgie and her presence invaded him, rocked him full of confidence. “It’s different now. I want the job because I love baseball and I would work damn hard. I would never take the opportunity for granted. But whether you see fit to make me the voice of the Bombers or not, I’m not a failure. I wouldn’t fail you, either.”

  The men stood in silence for long moments before Kelvin finally spoke. “I don’t think you will.” They shook hands. “Welcome to the Bombers, Travis Ford.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Travis wrapped his arms around her and they stumbled into the limousine, landing in a tangle of limbs on the plush leather backseat. “You got the job, Travis,” Georgie squealed, laying kisses all over his face. “You did it.”

  “No,” he said, taking her mouth in a kiss that tasted like lust, wonder. “We did it.”

  Georgie pulled back to study him, running her fingers through his hair, down his cheeks, completely incapable of keeping her heart out of her eyes. As thrilled as she was over Travis winning the contract, she didn’t want to think in terms of the end yet. Panic crept into her now, reality raining down on her head. In a roundabout way, she’d found the place she wanted among her family and peers. Now Travis was the new voice of the Bombers and there was nothing stopping them from disembarking this ride they’d gone on together.

  An intense need to delay the inevitable stole over her. “I want you,” she whispered, scrubbing her hands down his stomach, fingers curling in his waistband. Their exhales tumbled out and collided. The hand Travis wrapped around the back of her neck was just the right amount of tight. Close as they were, she was surrounded in the scent she craved. Travis’s aftershave traveled toward her on the cool air-conditioning and landed on her tongue. “I need you.”

  With a groan, Travis undid his belt and let the buckle sag, knowing without looking down that his rock-hard cock was on display, plumping the waistband of his briefs. “This what you want?”

  Georgie shivered. “Yes.”

  “Cold, baby girl?”

  Even in the dark interior of the limousine, it was impossible to miss the concern in his eyes. Not just for her comfort, but . . . something else. Was it too much to hope that the worry on his face was over tonight being the end?

  “Get the dress off. I’ll keep you warm.” He loosened his tie and discarded it on the floor. Starting on his shirt buttons, his expression turning hungry. A little wild. “I said get it off.”

  Georgie remained frozen in the headlights of his intensity. His sudden urgency. And her need turned wild to match Travis’s as he pulled her to the floor, turning her to face the leather backseat on her knees. “You want to leave it on? Fine. Bend forward for me,” he rasped at the top of her head. “Now.”

  Heat dropped in her belly, loosening her limbs, electricity climbing lazily up her back to cradle her skull. Georgie flattened her hands on the wide seat, gasping when Travis shoved her knees apart with a guttural sound. She felt him lean back and peruse her, making Georgie’s neck heat, moisture gathering at the juncture of her thighs. The skirt of her dress was lifted inch by slow, painstaking inch, where it remained settled around her waist. Oh my God. Oh yeah, this was . . . different. Anticipation crackled. More was coming. More than usual. Without a discussion, she knew they wanted to make this last time between them count. Don’t think about it being over.

  “Baby girl wore this tight dress for me.” He groaned, a single finger sliding into the back waistband of her panties to tug them down, down, until they eventually caught at her knees. Leaving her bare bottom on display. “What are we going to do about this pretty ass of yours, huh? Rode all the way here with it so sweet and tight in my lap.” Without warning, her hips were jerked high onto Travis’s thighs, his erection huge where it prodded the split of her backside. “Look at what it did.” He yanked Georgie’s hips higher in his lap, swiping her earlobe with a flick of his tongue. “Look at what you did. You’re not the least bit sorry about it, either, are you? If you are, it’s not stopping you from pressing back on that dick you tortured. Rubbing on it like a hungry little cat.”

  “Sorry,” Georgie breathed, ceasing the movements she hadn’t even been aware of.

  The apology was only halfway out of her mouth when Travis wrapped her hair in a skilled fist, easing her head back. All the way back until their eyes locked. “I didn’t say to stop.”

  Writhing her hips in that position—back arched, face tilted toward the ceiling—started as awkward, but the slight contortion made her thighs slide together differently, thrust her breasts out, and put her womanhood at an angle and holy shit. Ten seconds of circling her naked backside on Travis’s lap turned her into a needy mess. Hard eyes watched her from above, growing smokier with every swish of her bottom.

  “That’s right. Apologize for being a cock tease by teasing it even more.”

  “You feel so good,” Georgie whimpered. “I can’t stop.”

  The fist in Georgie’s hair tilted her head sideways, Travis’s tongue licking a warm, wet path up the side of her neck. “Good. Never stop.” He moved close—so close—his body flush with her back, fingers busy on the side zip of her dress. Cool air kissed her skin as he pulled the garment off over her head, then settled her ass in his lap once again, inching her knees wider and thrusting himself against her body. Soft nudity on hard, clothed male. The contrast was so devastatingly hot, she moaned long and loud. “Tease me any time you want, because we both know your dirty little secret. You don’t know how to tease me without giving it up. You want my cock and you want it deep.”

  Was it possible to have an orgasm from words alone? Because God, she was close. Her clitoris felt swollen and sensitive from her legs rubbing together. Her throat hurt from taking shallow, rasping breaths. Hot, I’m so, so hot. Georgie was so overwhelmed, she could only press the side of her face to the leather seat, Travis guiding her there with a firm hand. Could only hear the jingle and clunk of his belt hitting the ground in the distance, her backside lifting in an involuntary move. Just have me. Have me.

  “Never banged you like this, have I?” Travis ground out, lightly slapping her butt cheeks with his erection. The way she’d seen men do on the internet—and why it came across so hot and animalistic to Georgie? A mystery. Travis spanking her with his arousal was enough to make her desperate, her fingers turning to claws on the seat. She heard the rip of a condom wrapper, and finally, the head of his manhood nudged her entrance. Georgie held her breath, whimpering when he grazed her neck with his teeth. “You know why I haven’t put my dick inside you from behind yet?”

  She let out a shaking breath against the leather, her heart hammering. “Why?”

  Travis rammed himself home and Georgie’s scream filled the limousine. “Because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control myself once I got you on hands and knees. With your ass smacking off my belly, I worried I’d cross that line into disrespectful—and some part of me still thought of you as my friend’s little sister.” He made a choked sound, falling on top of her, thrusting with a groan. “Not anymore. You’re all mine now. I’ll take you how I want.”

  With that pronouncement, his teeth grazed her shoulder, enough to make her jerk at the pleasure and pain. His hips never stopped thrusting, the ridges of his abdomen riding over the curve of her backside, their skin slapping together. And then those teeth left her shoulder, finding the back of her neck, dragging up and down, kicki
ng off a wild surge of satisfaction in Georgie. Her back arched, thighs widening on the floor, becoming this man’s pleasure tool. With her open mouth pressed to the seat, she could only whimper his name in a litany, glorying in the repeated driving of hard flesh into the giving entrance of her body, Travis grunting and cursing between love bites of her neck, shoulders, upper back.

  “Mine,” he rasped. Then more insistent: “Mine.”

  Georgie’s fevered mind had only just picked up on the change in Travis’s tone when his strong arms banded around her, holding tight. So tight. His hips continued to pound her from behind, but his breathing had turned erratic. Unnaturally so, even in their worked-up state. With his face buried in the crook of Georgie’s neck, she only had to turn her head to search Travis’s face—and she found his eyes squeezed shut, her name on his lips. “Travis,” she croaked, kissing the forearms locked around her. “Look at me.”

  Tortured blue eyes found her and alarm flared in Georgie’s chest. She twisted in the circle of his arms, giving him no choice but to slip from her body. He fell on Georgie, wrapping her in a bear hug, their sides pressed up against the seat. “Fuck.”

  “What’s wrong?” She stroked a hand down the back of his hair. “Talk to me.”

  A muscle slid up and down in his throat. “Georgie, I can’t do this.”

  Pain singed her lungs. “Are you . . . ending this thing between us now? I know it was only supposed to last through tonight—”

  Travis clapped a hand over her mouth, his breathing harsh. “First of all, let’s stop calling it a thing.”

  “Okay,” she mumbled slowly into his palm.

  “What you’ve done for me, baby girl . . . bringing me out of the dark? It’s a miracle. Not a thing. You’re a miracle.” He closed his eyes, missing the awe that crossed her face. “You make me better, and I wish—I fucking wish I could do the same for you, but all I can offer is me. Other men can offer you the things you want. Family. Kids. I don’t know how to give you those.” His arms tightened around her. “But I don’t think I can let you go, either.”