Dirty Tackle: A Football Romance by Imani King Read Free Book Online

a glove.”
    I didn’t remember Shane being much of a talker, but I didn’t mind at all, especially when he made me feel like the sexiest, most desirable woman in the world.
    I hooked my arm around his shoulder and braced myself as he moved against me. He slid out just enough to tease me and then slammed back into me. My head fell backward. The build was coming in waves even faster now, and I knew there was nothing I could do to stop it from overwhelming me, and I didn’t want to.
    “Yes! Shane, yes!” My voice came out in a short scream as the pleasure crested over me, and I felt a brief flash of pain as Shane yanked the back of my hair so that my eyes locked with his. I saw the tightening lines around his mouth, and then I felt the hard swell of his release inside of me as he climaxed.
    He buried his head in the crook of my neck even as his body shook against mine. I wrapped both my arms and my legs around his body cradling him close to me. For this moment, we were complete. The rest, well, the rest of the world would be waiting to invade this bliss far too soon. I wasn’t in any hurry to face it.

CHAPTER SEVEN

    I woke up feeling as if I had the best night of sleep of my entire life, even though I was pretty sure Maddy and I hadn’t gotten much sleep at all the night before. The interlude on the piano led to another one in the bedroom that I was pretty sure lasted for at least a couple of hours. I was officially addicted. I couldn’t get enough of her. Those were the thoughts in my mind as I stretched across the bed and felt it was warm but empty. I opened his eyes and saw Maddy standing there getting dressed.  
    “Where you going, beautiful?”
    Maddy looked at me with a soft smile. “Some of us do have to work early, and I have to go home first.”
    I looked at the clock. It said 5:30 am. I patted the bed next to me. “Come back to bed. I’ll call in sick for you.”
    “Calling in sick for the doctor? I think not. Thanks, though. It’s only my second week, Shane. I still need to make a good impression in this job. It’s important.”
    “You said something about that last night,” I said as I pulled myself into a sitting position. I had been so intent on getting Maddy into my bed that I hadn’t stopped to ask too many questions about her life now and what had brought her to D.C. I supposed it would be a good idea to slow down now. “I honestly thought that you would never leave Rosewood.”
    Madeleine winced, and I sensed that I had hit a nerve.
    “This job is a fresh start for a lot of reasons, but primarily it’s going to give me some extra room to be able to help my parents out financially. One of their employees embezzled a lot of money from them, and it’s put the business and their finances in bad shape. So getting a job with the Gilmore Institute and the raise that came with it was a big coup for me.”
    That didn’t surprise me at all. The practice that Madeleine had joined was the largest and best in Washington D.C. That’s why it had been a natural fit to also provide support for the Redskins.
    “I’m sure everything will be fine. Your folks are smart. They’ve had their business for what, ten years?”
    “Fifteen. And to be honest, they’re pretty shit at it. Just like I said. Or weren’t you listening?” Madeleine shoved her shirt into her skirt and winked at me. It was clear that she wasn’t going to say much else on the topic.
    “Well, maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing for them to start over. They could even move here to D.C.”
    Madeleine looked at me in surprise. “The business is all my parents know how to do. I promised that I might help out to try to keep the business going until they might find a way to save it. They’ve done so much for me over the years. They’re just staying with me right now… helping me out. For the time being.”
    I sensed there was more to that statement than she was letting on, but Madeleine didn’t give me a chance to ask anything else.