The Playbook (a Secret Baby Sports Romance) by Avery Wilde Read Free Book Online

good as two grand down at that moment.
    Pushing away from the doorframe, I started to move forward ready to turn on the charm, but my sleeve caught on the door’s handle, and I stumbled into the office instead. I looked up in time to see her jerk around at the sound, the chair wobbling precariously as she flailed her arms about.
    With a burst of speed, I regained my balance and reached her before she hit the ground, her delicious body landing in my outstretched arms with a soft thud. I balanced myself under her added weight, wrapping my arms around her trim waist as she steadied herself against me. A flashback of how my gym bunny had ended up in my arms last night hit me. Hell, I must be starting a trend, gorgeous women falling into my arms at the weirdest moments.
    Her eyes rose to meet mine and I was momentarily frozen by the familiar warm caramel color peering back at me, reminding me of a particular whiskey I often enjoyed. Then a bucket of cold realization doused me, my breath seizing in my chest. It was her, the woman from the gym that had left me horny as hell. I had found her. Oh shit… I had found her!
    No fucking way. The woman in my arms was the same woman that I’d been trying to track down, Lucia and my gym bunny. And fuck, on top of that she was the therapist. I wasn’t sure if lady luck was smiling down on me or laughing at me. Damn. Still, as the moment lingered, her still in my arms, her body felt so good next to mine. Damn near perfect.
    “Um, Mr. Maddox, can you release me now?”
    Still holding onto her tightly, startled by her words, I released her abruptly and caused her to stumble once more. My hand shot out and I grabbed her arm, feeling the softness of her skin under my fingers as I steadied her once again. She was wearing a sleeveless blue shirt to match the tight skirt, the material silky and clinging to her skin in all the right places.
    Her face flushed and she immediately pulled away from my touch, straightening as she looked at me. “You’re late.”
    “I’m never on time,” I responded, taking in her features with both dread and excitement. Shit. Of all people, I was not expecting this. Not in my wildest dreams did I expect Lucia from the playbook to be the therapist. No wonder she was marked untouchable. If Lucia’s credentials were real—and from the display of certificates on her wall, they were—she could read anyone like a book, making it extremely difficult to pull one over on her. But hell, she was a great kisser. One I had fucking dreamed about.
    A frown appeared on her face, and she cleared her throat. “Well, Mr. Maddox, I expect all of my patients to be on time. My calendar is very important to me, and I like to stay on track.”
    “Maybe you shouldn’t have the meetings so early in the morning,” I grumbled.
    She pursed her lips and pointed to the chair in front of her desk. “It is not my fault that you chose to be out late last night… getting up to no good. Sit. We are already behind.”

6
    Lucia
    H e was here . I couldn’t believe that he was taking a seat in front of my desk, though the surly expression on his face told me this was the last place he would like to be.
    Feeling somewhat disoriented myself, I made a great show of placing my shoes back on my feet and sliding my chair back to my desk, wishing that he had not seen me standing on it and nearly falling flat on my face. Surely he had had a good view of my backside for a few moments, though I didn’t know exactly how long he had been standing there. The thought both unnerved me and excited me. I could still feel the weight of his arms around my middle, the smell of him assaulting my senses and sending my body into overdrive. After the kiss last night, I had gone home to my pitiful TV dinner, but my thoughts had strayed to that kiss more than once. My dreams had been filled with it. Was I so pathetic that one kiss, one searing kiss, could take over my thoughts so much? Or was it more pathetic that I