Chapter 7
TALIA
Waking up in Brady’s arms, I was more than happy with my decision at dinner to just go with whatever happened between us.
Little had I known that giving in to my attraction would lead to many mind-blowing orgasms barely an hour later.
But holy cow, he’d definitely given me plenty of reasons to put my heart at risk.
Just thinking about the pleasure I felt last night made my core ache, and I pressed my thighs together. The movement must’ve alerted Brady that I was awake because he tightened his hold on me and brushed a kiss against the top of my head. “Morning, baby. How’d you sleep?”
“Like a log.” I tilted my face up to smile at him. “You wore me out.”
“Fuck yeah, I did.” His lips curved into a smug grin. “And if I didn’t have to drop you off at work before I head to the stadium for practice, I’d do it all over again.”
“Oh crap.” I got to my knees on the mattress and stared down at the pile of rumpled clothes on the floor. “I have to be at work at eight, and I don’t have anything clean to wear.”
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of it,” he reassured as he twisted around to grab his phone off the bedside table. He tapped at the screen for a few minutes and then pulled me back into his arms after he set it down. “A few new outfits will be dropped off in the next hour.”
I tilted my head back to stare at him. “Just like that?”
“I hate to admit it with you looking at me like I just accomplished the impossible, but there’s an app for just about anything.” He stroked his thumb across my cheekbone. “Especially when you live in New York.”
He made an excellent point, but that still didn’t explain how easily he was able to order clothes for me. “Except how did you know my sizes?”
“Baby, I touched and licked every inch of your body.” He stroked his palm up my back, sending goose bumps in the wake of his touch. “I know your curves better than anyone.”
My cheeks heated at the reminder of everything he did to me last night. “But women’s jeans aren’t easy to fit because the brands are all different.”
“No worries.” He jerked his chin toward the clothes on the floor. “I got you the same kind, just in different colors.”
“How in the heck did you even notice my size with how quickly you took them off?” I laughed and shook my head.
“What can I say?” He shrugged. “You have to be observant and quick thinking to be a quarterback.”
Considering how he seemed to know exactly where to touch me last night, I could personally attest to how observant he was. “I’d like to see you in action on the field someday.”
“How about this Sunday? We have a home game, and it’ll be the perfect time for you to meet more of the wives and girlfriends of my teammates.
” My lips pursed as I thought about how out of place I would feel, knowing that everyone thought our relationship was real when we were just pretending.
Although that line had definitely blurred now that I’d given him my virginity…
without a condom. Mistaking the reason behind my hesitation, he added, “And if Dakota hasn’t had the baby yet, I’m sure she’ll be there.
It’s the only way Ames can sort of keep an eye on her while he’s on the field.
Renata and Austin might even be there if one of the grandparents can make it. ”
My brows drew together as I asked, “That’s only two days away. Are there even any tickets left?”
“I wasn’t kidding when I said the Nighthawks owner was all about family.
Lennox keeps a suite open for our significant others and kids when they’d prefer something a little more private, and I’ve never taken advantage of it.
Hell, I’ve never even asked for tickets for anyone other than family.
He’ll be fucking thrilled when I tell him that my girlfriend is coming to the game,” he assured me.
I took a deep breath and let it out, shaking off my nerves. “Well then, I guess I’ll be there.”
“Awesome.” He claimed my mouth in a deep kiss that left my wits scattered by the time he lifted his head and murmured, “We better get up before I say fuck the starting position so I can spend the day in bed with you.”
It was a good thing he had the willpower to pull away because I was close to forgetting about my new job, and skipping my third day would almost definitely get me fired. “I’ll take a rain check on that plan.”
“Damn straight. And soon,” he growled as he climbed off the mattress and tugged me with him.
Giving me a light swat on the butt, he nudged me toward the bathroom.
“Go ahead and do whatever you need to prepare for the day until your clothes arrive. Feel free to grab one of my shirts until then while I see what I can scrounge up for breakfast that isn’t my usual egg whites, protein pancakes, oatmeal, or protein shake. ”
“I’m not much of an eater first thing in the morning.” My stomach chose that exact moment to let out a low growl, making a liar of me. “Except today, apparently.”
Brady wagged his brows. “That makes sense. After all, I gave you one hell of a workout last night.”
Laughing, I shook my head as I padded into the bathroom to get cleaned up from that “workout.” When I finished, I grabbed the long-sleeved T-shirt he’d worn last night and tugged it over my head.
Since he was about eight inches taller than me, the hem hit mid thigh and provided enough coverage for me to venture out to the kitchen.
Brady was at the stove and glanced over his shoulder, his eyes heating when he saw me in his shirt. “I’m making some extra egg whites in case you like them. There’s also whole wheat toast, and I have more fresh fruit in the fridge.”
“Sounds perfect to me.” I grabbed the berries to clean, cut, and put them in bowls for us.
By the time I finished, Brady was setting two plates on the quartz countertop of the elevated side of the kitchen island.
I set the berries next to them while he grabbed juice for me and water for him.
Then he helped me onto a stool before sliding onto the one beside me.
The scrambled egg whites weren’t what I’d normally pick, but I was definitely getting a healthy start to my day. And no way in heck was I going to complain when a gorgeous professional football player made me breakfast the morning after taking my virginity.
As we were finishing the cleanup, the doorbell rang. I rubbed my hands together as I started to head out of the kitchen to grab the order off the doorstep. “Perfect timing. That should be the clothes you ordered for me.”
Brady tugged on the back of the shirt I was wearing. “No way in hell are you opening the door looking like every man’s wet dream come to life. I’ll get it, baby.”
The thread of possessiveness in his deep voice sent a thrill of feminine satisfaction through my system. He had to want more than just a fake relationship if he didn’t like the idea of another guy seeing me dressed in only his shirt…right?
This wasn’t the right time to get into a big discussion about what was happening between us, so I swallowed down the questions I wanted to ask and focused on the clothes he brought me.
He’d been right about knowing my body because everything fit perfectly…
and now I had extra outfits at his house if I ever needed them.
I tried not to read too much into what that could mean as we made the trek from Long Island down to the Financial District.
When he pulled up in front of the K-Corp headquarters, I wrapped my fingers around the door handle and said, “The ride was way better than my daily commute on the train. Thanks so much for dropping me off, especially since you have to head straight back up to Long Island to go to the stadium.”
He winked at me before turning on the hazards and climbing out of the car. Then he circled the front to meet me on the sidewalk. “What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn’t take you into the office in the morning after we spent the night together for the first time?”
Considering he was my fake boyfriend, I was pretty sure the normal dating rules didn’t apply, so I didn’t have an answer to his question. Luckily, it turned out to be rhetorical since he didn’t give me a chance to respond before he led me into the building.