Game For Love: Devil of the Gridiron (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Melissa Blue

have wanted to miss this walk—her hips rolled, sensuous and slow.
    “What's your end goal?” she asked.
    She'd probably expect the raunchy answer wanting to fall out. He turned the channel to some slow music. He crooked his finger on the sheet and gave it a nice tug. Nothing. Her hold was too tight.
    “Well then,” he said, “getting you to loosen your death grip is first.”
    A smile fluttered at her mouth. “Do you always have a sarcastic comeback ready?”
    He rested his hands on her hips, yanked her closer, and rocked her to the melody. “It's like a pressure valve. One of the conditions of my contract is that I have to give straight, polite answers to any and all media.”
    “So this is spillover?”
    “Yes.”
    “If you didn't want to answer all those questions in the class, you should have told me.”
    “The kids were fine,” he reassured her, and he meant the words. “Matter of fact, if you want me to, I can come again next week. No PR this time. I can teach them chicken quesadillas. Quick, simple, and I'll even bring the chicken. I know this place that sells shredded chicken breast by the truckload.”
    She tilted her head back, her features soft. “I would love that and the boys would, too.”
    “I liked them. They remind me of me.” He ground into her on the next hip rock, and he liked the way her lids lowered. “I also like dancing naked with you. Though this sheet…”
    Her smile went impish. “I'm not worried about you and this sheet. You're going to poke a hole in it soon.”
    He kissed her instead of laughing. “I'm rubbing off on you.”
    She rested a hand on his waist, still holding on to the sheet with the other. “Is that a bad thing?”
    Yes . More than once, he'd caught the shadow in her gaze—it hid behind the vulnerability. Out of all the ways she could have volunteered, she'd chosen teenage boys—wild ones—to mentor. He knew that gleam in their eyes. Hell, he still had his. Is that what drew her to him?
    Adam needed to know more about her than he needed to touch her. He grasped her jaw. “You've caught me on an off-season, I'm not this…” He searched for the right word and the last fit the best. “ This . I don't dance naked in my living room with anyone. I don't let women spend the night or the weekend, unless it's Cabo. Never in my home. I donate to charities because that's important. But I'm everything the papers claim.”
    Her expression remained the same—soft. “The Devil of the Gridiron?”
    So she knew enough about him to come to that conclusion. Good. “More like I listen to that little devil on my shoulder much too often.”
    She trailed her fingers up his torso then let them dance over his shoulder. “What is he telling you to do now?”
    He raised his brows before ripping off the sheet in one hard tug. Charlotte squeaked, “Adam!”
    He chuckled at her shocked, shy reaction. “Told you.” Adam closed his arms around her so she wouldn't dive for the sheet for protection. “Now, let's really dance.”
    “I'm naked.”
    “Kind of the point. Now put your hands around my neck, and I'll show you my moves.”
    She did and he held her to him so they were eye to eye, her feet dangling at least a foot off the floor. Her breasts were flattened against his chest, her stomach a soft cushion against the hard planes of muscles he'd worked to maintain. Charlotte made him appreciate those hours at the gym a little differently. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he rocked them from side to side.
    “Still doing all the work,” he murmured in her ear.
    As he'd hoped, she chuckled. “I did some last time.”
    “Did you?”
    She wiggled, arching her hips down until her sex slipped against his cock. Adam almost dropped her. He staggered to the couch, his head dizzy as hell at the sudden loss of blood. She laughed the whole time. Somehow, she ended up on top of him, sporting a vixen's smile.
    “You were saying?” she asked.
    That so deserved payback, but she