Brad put his briefcase on the table, opened it, and pulled out a file folder. He opened it and took out what looked like contracts. “These are ready to sign.”

Trevor sat at the table and took the pen Brad handed him. “Where the flags are?”

“Yeah.” Brad turned to Haven. “So how long have you been in sports broadcasting?”

Haven had her attention on Trevor, but pulled it away briefly to give a quick glance to Brad. “Oh, not long.”

Trevor signed the contracts, then handed the papers back to Brad. “Here you go.”

“Great. I’ll have these countersigned and an executed copy should be ready for you within a week.”

“Okay.”

Brad closed his briefcase, then turned to Haven. “It was great meeting you, Haven.”

“You, too, Brad.”

Trevor walked him to the door, then came back. Haven leaned against the table and crossed her arms.

“What?” he asked.

“You didn’t even read whatever it was he asked you to sign.”

Trevor waited a few beats before answering her. “Oh. I’d already gone over those contracts in Brad’s office. I knew what they were.”

“Still. Don’t you think you should have read them over to make sure no changes were made?”

“Nah. I trust Brad. We’ve been together since I started my career. If there’d been changes, he would have told me.”

“I know it’s not my business, Trevor, but really, that’s not a good idea. You should always read anything before you sign it.”

He came over and swept his hand down her arm, then clasped his fingers with hers. “Thanks for looking out for me, Haven, but really, the contract was fine. And so is Brad.”

She shrugged. “If you say so.” She untangled her hand from his and picked up her phone. “I need to go change for dinner.”

“Yeah, me too.”

She went upstairs and took a shower, did her hair and makeup and put on a pair of capris and a tank, then chose a sheer long-sleeved button-down blouse to put over it. She slipped into her shoes and went downstairs.

Trevor was already there, wearing cargo pants and a short-sleeved shirt that hugged his well-muscled chest.

She sighed in appreciation. “You look good.”

He smiled and came over to her, picked up her hand, and kissed the back of it. “And you look gorgeous.”

He tugged her close and kissed her, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her against him, making her wish they were staying in tonight instead of going out. Just the feeling of his body pressed tight to hers, and the taste of his lips and tongue as he moved his mouth expertly over hers, ignited a fire inside her that demanded to be extinguished.

But she knew they had somewhere else to be, so she laid her palms on his chest and broke the kiss. “If you keep that up, we’re not going to make it to dinner at your coach’s house tonight.”

His eyes gleamed hot with desire, the evidence of that in his erection that brushed against her. “Is that a bad thing?”

She shuddered against him. “For me? No. For you? Probably.”

He sighed. “Okay. I’ll just drive with a hard-on.”

“You’re not the only one turned on here, you know.”

He fished a condom out of one of the many pockets in his pants. “We could have a quickie. I could make you come in a hurry.”

She cocked a brow. “You think you’re that good?”

He lifted her onto the kitchen counter. “I know I am.”

In seconds, her shoes were on the floor and he’d tugged off her capris and her underwear. She’d thought about objecting, but she’d ignited in a hurry with the way he’d kissed her and held her, and she wanted this as much as he did.

She’d missed him last night, and it was ridiculous to deny herself such great sex. As long as she was clear about where this was headed between them—which was nowhere—she could put that lock firmly back on her heart and at least enjoy the chemistry between them.

So when he spread her legs and put his mouth on her sex, she was more than ready. She leaned back on her elbows and draped her legs over his shoulders, giving him access and letting herself fall under his spell.

He was right to be so confident. His lips and tongue performed magic, and she was there in seconds, delightful pleasure building to a fast crescendo. Her orgasm was a fast rush of intensity, a welcome release that made her quiver and moan, her body shaking as it felt like every part of her body had lit up as she climaxed.

Trevor pulled her off the counter, then turned her around and bent her over it. He unzipped his pants and put on the condom, then entered her with a quick thrust. She was wet, throbbing, waiting for him, welcoming him with a whimper as he drove into her.

He grasped her hips and pushed into her, then retreated, doing it again and again until all she could feel was him—every inch of him—thick and swelling inside her as he rushed to his own release.

She reached down to rub her clit, wanting to go again, knowing she could because the way he pumped into her drove her into a frenzy of need.

“You going to come for me, Haven?”

“Yes. I need this.”

She was there—right there, and he eased out, slowing his pace, giving her the few minutes she needed to reach her orgasm. She thrust back against him and cried out when she released, this time so much better because he was inside her. She felt him, squeezed him, her body pulsing around him as she came.

And when he came, he groaned and laid his body over hers, his body shuddering against hers. He held tight to her and kissed her back as he rode out his orgasm.

Shaky and grasping for breath, she held on to the counter, Trevor holding tight to her.

He released her and he turned her around, cupping her face as he gave her a lingering kiss.

“That might have been a little bit more than a quickie.”

She brushed her fingers over his bottom lip. “You’re not going to get a complaint from me.”

He grinned, then they grasped at clothes as they raced upstairs. Haven did a quick cleanup and repair of her hair and makeup, then got dressed and met Trevor back downstairs. She once again found him leaning against the kitchen counter, only this time with a smug smile on his face.

“This is like déjà vu,” he said.

“Isn’t it, though?”

When she came to him, he pulled her into his arms and once again gave her a devastating kiss. Sparks of desire reignited.

“You start this again, we really won’t get there,” she said, rubbing her lips against his.

He skimmed his fingers up her arm, inciting delicious tingles.

“I can’t help it. You tempt me.”

Before they did end up spending the night in the house, she grabbed his keys and walked to the garage. “Come on, let’s go.”

His coach’s house was in Tampa, so it took about a half hour to get there. There was a full contingent of cars in the driveway and on the street.

“We’re late,” she said as they parked.

“That’s okay. I’ll tell Larry we were having sex. He’ll understand.”

She shot him a horrified look. “You will not.”

He laughed. “Come on.”

They rang the bell, and a woman opened the door. She was curvy and had gorgeous green eyes, with brown hair cut in a bob. She looked to be in her midforties and was absolutely beautiful. She smiled at Trevor.

“Hi, Trevor.”

“Hey, Sally. This is Haven. She’s working on an interview about me.”

“I’ve heard about the interview. Larry told me about it. Nice to meet you, Haven. Come on in, you two. Everyone else is already here.”

“Yeah, sorry about that. We were . . . delayed,” Trevor said. Haven felt herself blush.

“It’s no problem. We haven’t started dinner yet. Go make yourself at home. Larry’s in the living room with the guys. Haven, you can come in the kitchen with me if you’d like. All the women are in there. Or if you’d feel more comfortable hanging out with Trevor . . .”

“No, I’d love to come with you, Sally.”

With a lingering smile at Trevor, Haven followed Sally down the long hallway into a beautiful kitchen that was all turquoise and creams. It had a huge peninsula where several women were sitting, and a table off to the side where several more sat.

“Everyone, this is Haven. She’s here with Trevor.”

“Well, lucky you,” one of them said, then stood. “I’m Felicia, Brady McCall’s girlfriend.”

She recognized a few of the other women from the scavenger hunt, as well. She spotted Allison, Elvin’s girlfriend, and met Tania Ford, Rodney’s wife. Rodney was one of the offensive linesmen, and she’d interviewed him already.

She was introduced to the rest of them, and just hoped she’d remember all the names.

“What would you like to drink?” Sally asked. “We have wine, margaritas, iced tea, and water.”

“I’d love some wine.”

“Come choose which one,” Sally said, and Haven chose a sauvignon blanc.

Sally poured her a glass.

The kitchen also smelled great. She didn’t know what Sally was cooking, but she couldn’t imagine having to fix dinner for all these people.

“Is there something I can do to help with dinner?”

“No, thank you, Haven. We’ve got that under control. Steaks and chicken are already fixed and are warming, and the ladies here all brought sides. It’s an easy meal tonight.”

“Oh, Trevor didn’t tell me to bring a side. I’m so sorry.”

Sally laid her hand on Haven’s arm. “You weren’t required to bring anything. Just sit back and enjoy your wine.”

Haven took a seat at the table.

For a while, she sat and listened to the women chat. Being an outsider, she wanted to get a feel for the group. Many of these women had been together for a lot of years. It showed, too, as they talked kids and husbands and boyfriends and team wins and losses. They talked about the games and the guys traveling and what team they’d be playing next.