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added, “And if you ever, ever ,
breathe a word of what you saw here to anybody, I will make you very sorry.
That’s a promise you can take to the bank.”
    Vince struggled as he made his way to the door. JT followed
and as soon as Vince was partway through, shoved him the rest of the way. Vince
landed in a heap on the floor and JT snorted before slamming the door in his
face. He swung around and was gathering his stuff to leave when the door opened
behind him. “I thought I told you—”
    “Shhh, it’s me,” Sydney replied, and he slowly pivoted to
face her. She picked up his hand and kissed his bruised knuckles. With a soft
smile, she said, “My hero.”
    JT snorted again. “Hardly.”
    She kissed his knuckles again. “I saw what he looked like
when he left. Thank you.”
    JT’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at her. “Did he say
anything to you?”
    “He didn’t see me. I was waiting in an office a few doors
down. I wanted to know what happened.”
    “You should’ve left.”
    She frowned. “How could I leave not knowing if you were okay
and what he was gonna do?”
    He scrubbed his hands over his face, suddenly exhausted. “I
guess so.”
    “Besides,” she continued, tilting her head and giving him a
sexy smile that had his cock stirring again, “we didn’t finish.”
    He couldn’t believe he was about to say this, but, “That’s
okay. We should probably just go.”
    “Did he scare you off me?” Sydney asked, frowning.
    JT stared at the ground. He wanted to mess around with
Sydney, but hearing Vince’s taunt had affected him. Was he being fair to her?
She was a great girl who deserved more than this. “No, he didn’t scare me off
you. I just think—”
    “What?”
    He blew out a loud breath. “I dunno.”
    “Come on, JT. What’s going on?”
    “Nothing.”
    “I told you. I’m happy with this arrangement. We’re both
getting what we want. So what’s the problem?”
    “I guess nothing.”
    “Good.”
    “But I still think we should cool it for a bit.” I’m so
weak. “At least for tonight.”
    “Okay, if that’s what you want.”
    JT nodded, wanting to kick his own ass for about a hundred
different reasons.
    Sydney went up on tiptoe and kissed him on the cheek, a
sweet gesture which seemed so at odds with what they’d been doing only a short
time ago. “See ya tomorrow?”
    “Yeah, tomorrow.”
    “Wait for me after the game, okay? Don’t flake out.”
    “Okay.”
    JT went home, wondering what kind of messed-up person he was
that he still wanted Sydney but felt guilty about it.
    * * * * *
    The next day when he arrived at the press box she was
already there, handing out the game notes and chatting with various members of
the media. He sat down and set up his laptop, carrying on a casual conversation
with one of the television reporters. She dropped his paperwork in front of him
and gave him a little smile before moving on down the line. Vince was nowhere
to be found and JT wondered what the asshole’s nose was looking like today.
Given how much it had bled he guessed he’d broken it, and a strange sense of
male satisfaction stole over him. He shouldn’t be proud of injuring another
guy, but given the circumstances, he was, and he’d do it again if Vince dared
to say anything about what he’d seen or made another crack about Sydney.
    The game passed quickly. It was a closer game than some
recent ones and JT had to pay close attention to be sure he didn’t miss
anything. When it ended he did as he’d said he would—he waited for Sydney. This
time when she entered the press box she locked the door behind her. His cock
rose as if he were Pavlov’s dog. He stood, but she pushed him back down and
took him out of his khakis, humming with appreciation when he throbbed in her
hand. She began to lower her head, but he finally gathered his wits and gently
pushed her away.
    “I wanna be inside you this time.”
    She smiled. “How can I refuse?”
    “You aren’t supposed to