Free Going All the Way (Knights of Passion Book 1) by Megan Ryder Page B

in the entrance to the living room. “Interesting furniture.”
    “I don’t have time to unpack. I have to hit the road in a couple of days to meet the team, once I pass my physical.” He crossed his arms and glared her.
    “And your media announcement in two days,” she reminded him.
    He grimaced. “Yeah, that too.”
    “You can’t skip it.” She walked further into the room and stopped at the chair positioned directly in front of the flat screen TV on a small table. “You made me wait while you watched a movie?”
    He scowled. “Not a movie. Not exactly. I was watching my swing, studying tape, getting ready.”
    “Hmpf.” She snorted. “Well, before you can watch yourself playing baseball, we need to survive the signing. It won’t be easy. We have a lot of work to do.”
    He brushed past her, ignoring her subtle perfume and his body’s traitorous reaction. He sat in the chair, picked up the remote and clicked play. “ I have work to do.”
    She stepped in front of the television, arms on her hips. “Yes, we do.” She snatched the remote out of his hand and clicked off the television. “Need I remind you, you don’t have the best reputation with the press? They tolerated you when you were on top of your game. But now, well, you’re not.”
    He ran his gaze over her, noting her form-fitted business suit, blouse buttoned up, jacket buttoned, skirt an inch or so above her knee. Buttoned up tight, closed off, topped off with a prissy attitude. Instead of pissing him off, he had an urge to mess her up, unbutton her, get her to relax like their one night.
    His intentions must have been telegraphed because her eyes narrowed and she stepped back, but not quite quick enough. His hand reached out and latched onto a hand, twisting then pulling her down until she sprawled on his lap, her sweet ass nestled in his groin. Immediately, his cock awakened and lengthened, pressing against her, begging for relief. He reached around her and opened the top two buttons on her blouse.
    She struggled briefly, attempting to break his grip, trying to orient herself. He held her tightly, leaning in her, burying his nose in her hair.
    “Relax,” he whispered into her ear. Her perfume wafted over him and he inhaled deeply.
    “Are you sniffing me?” Her outraged voice broke through his sensual haze and he released her.
    She jumped up and took a few steps away, smoothing her skirt and jacket. The blouse remained open at the throat, revealing a wildly beating pulse and the hint of cleavage from a heaving chest. He sighed. Mission accomplished.
    She looked more like his Stacia—tousled, sexy, alive. Much better than the prissy dictator that he was stuck with for the next few months. He grinned, enjoying the sight. Her hand flew to her throat and she took a few more steps back.
    “We agreed this couldn’t happen again.” Her voice wavered for a moment, but got stronger towards the end of the sentence.
    “You agreed. I never did. I just said no one could know. Besides, there’s something here, something between us still.” Something that could complicate his life. Damn. Maybe he should have let them pick his jailer instead of the one woman he wanted.
    “It’s just sex,” she retorted. “Nothing more.”
    If only it were that easy.
    She pulled out her phone and scrolled down a screen. “Okay. We have a lot to do before you join the team. First, we have the press conference in a couple of days, announcing your signing with the Georgia Knights. Then, I convinced some local stations to give you an interview.”
    “Absolutely not. No fucking way.”
    He jumped up from his chair and stormed into the kitchen. He opened the refrigerator and studied the almost-bare shelves. She peered over his shoulder and sniffed. He jumped, banging his head against the freezer.
    He rubbed his head and glared at her. “Damn it, woman. How can you sneak up on anyone with those spikes on your feet?”
    She glanced down at her stilettos and