It had been a week since the press conference announcing Isaac’s new position. I kept waiting for the lawsuit. I was on edge every day, expecting a team of lawyers to show up and serve the papers that would make a claim about the Warriors.

Candy wheeled in a fresh cart of juice.

I smiled. “Good morning. Thank you.” She had added pastries. I took the top croissant.

Isaac appeared in the doorway behind her. Damn, he was gorgeous.

Candy winked at him, but he didn’t even notice. It made me love him a little more.

“I have some notes to go over.” He held up a file.

“Right.” I looked at Candy.

“Holler if you need something.” She closed the door as she exited.

I walked around from my desk. “What file is that?”

He opened it, revealing a blank sheet of paper. “An excuse to come see you.”

I giggled. “You don’t need one of those. You’re the VP. You can walk in here anytime you want.”

He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me toward him. “There are so many things we could do in this office.”

“Like what?” I teased.

“You didn’t happen to pack that nurse’s uniform, did you?”

I blushed. “That doesn’t meet Warriors executive dress code, Mr. Price.”

“What if I said I read a memo from the new VP that required you to get naked right now, Miss McCade?”

My eyes shot to his. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“Isaac.” I wasn’t very convincing with my warning.

He took a step back, his hand twisting the lock in place. “Take off your fucking clothes now,” he groaned.

I swallowed hard, shimming out of my skirt and unbuttoning my blouse. He took a giant step toward me. His pants shucked on the floor.

“This is so wrong,” I whispered.

“What does your sex panther say?” he teased.

I hissed when his fingers slid between my legs. He pried my folds wide, massaging my clit. Everything was so sensitive, so alive.

“Damn, you’re so wet. So ready for me to fuck you, aren’t you?”

“God, yes.”

I wanted to be swept up in his arms. I wanted him to be deep inside me. He wrapped a leg around his waist and pinned me to the wall. He entered me with a slow thrust.

“Oh, Isaac,” I moaned.

“Shh, baby.”

He pumped inside me. “I want it harder,” I begged.

He groaned as he sank himself inside me. “Fucking perfect.”

He hoisted my other leg to his hip as he drove himself home. He let his passion take off as his fucked me wildly. My legs flew in the air and my tits bounced as we climbed higher and higher. I bit his shoulder to keep my screams from erupting.

I shattered on his cock, coming hard just as he exploded inside me. He tilted my lips toward his, bringing a slow kiss across them.

He carefully lowered me to the floor.

“Shit,” I breathed.

He whispered. “Dylan’s in the hall.”

My eyes flared with surprise. “What?”

“Don’t you dare put your clothes on.” He grinned, walking out of the office and switching places with Dylan.

Dylan smiled. He locked the door in place.

“I heard ownership needed special attention this morning.”

“You-you did?” I gulped for air.

He nodded.

He shrugged his pants to the floor and took a seat on my new white leather chair. “And we want to keep ownership happy.”

My heart did a somersault.

“I heard she’s happiest when things get a little dirty.”

I nodded with a smile on my face. “Mmmhmm.”

“So get on your knees,” he demanded.

I loved this. I dropped to the floor, settled between his legs. I looked to him for my next set of instructions. I felt like the guys had been gentle with me the past week. More loving. More tender. I had missed the way they commanded me in bed. But today that was back.

He grabbed the back of my head as he leaned into the cushions presenting his wide throbbing cock. I licked my lips.

“You want it?”

I nodded. I was thirsty for it.

“Please,” I begged.

“God, I love it when you beg for my cock.”

I perched on the floor, as he pushed it to my slips. I moaned, licking the head, slurping that sweet bead of dew in my mouth.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

My eyes locked on his as he began to thrust into my mouth. I couldn’t break eye contact. He had to know what he did to me. What he meant to me. We were planning our wedding. In a few short weeks I would be his wife. I opened my mouth wide so he could slide all the way to my throat.

He yanked my head toward him, so he was fully in my mouth. I cupped his balls with my palm as he began to twitch and harden.

“I’m going to fucking come. Not like this.”

He pushed me away from him and turned me around so I was facing away. His fingers raced between my legs.

“We don’t have any lube.”

“I don’t need it. Take me.” I panted.

He rubbed his finger over the ridge of muscle just as his cock sank inside my ass. I rocked forward and he pushed his fingers in my pussy.

“Ohh, Ohh, Dylan.”

“Fuck me.”

I bounced up and down, but it wasn’t long before another orgasm claimed me. He filled me with strokes so deep I felt like I was being tossed in the waves, set out to sea, only to be pulled back again by his powerful body. I crested and floated.

He climaxed, seizing my ass and groaning as his cum spilled inside me.

I laid on his chest. “Thank you,” I whispered.

“For what?”

“For not treating me like some delicate flower. For letting me be a sex panther,” I giggled.

He helped me get cleaned up and dressed. “There’s no holding a sex panther back.” He winked. He kissed me. “I have to get down to the locker room. Team meeting with Applewhite.”

“Oh? What’s it about?”

He shrugged. “Playoffs?”

“I guess so. Will you let me know if it’s important?”

“Of course. Have you heard anything from legal?” he asked.

“No. It doesn’t make any sense.” I picked up the fresh glass of orange juice. I was starting to feel a little drained.

“I don’t know about you, but I don’t like sitting on the sidelines.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t like it when other people make decisions for me. If I were you, I’d tell your brother the fight is over before it even starts. Scare him off.”

I twisted my lips together. “You think it’s that easy? He wants a billion-dollar franchise. Ghost stories aren’t going to work.”

“Ghost stories might not, but reality might.” Dylan winked. “Let me know how it goes. I’ve got to get to that meeting.”

I ran after him at the door. “Wait.”

“What is it?”

I threw my hands around his neck. “I love you.”

He laughed. “Love you too.”

As soon as Dylan was gone I looked around my office. It hadn’t been an easy journey to get here. I had cried. I had sleepless night. Nights when I was so scared I didn’t know if I could make it work the next day. I started with a fifty-year old broken desk and now I was surrounded by beautiful art. I looked at the watercolor of us.

It was the only thing that mattered in this world—my true family. I pressed my palm to my stomach. “Ok, baby. Daddy number two is right. We’re going to fight for the Warriors because this team is going to be yours one day, if you want it.” I smiled. “You don’t have to have it. I won’t force you to have it, but I’m going to fight so you can make that decision—not your crazy uncle.”

I picked up my pink leather bag and marched to the elevator.

Candy called after me. “Do you need me to do anything?”

“No.” The doors started to close. “I’ll be out for a while.”