The Tycoon's Marriage Exchange by Elizabeth Lennox Read Free Book Online

the massive New York stadium, they were escorted by security through several underground tunnels that led out right to courtside seats.  Even Kallista knew that these seats were pretty impressive but she expected nothing less than that from Hector.  She couldn’t imagine him doing anything halfway. 
    “How did you get these kinds of seats?” she asked as she settled down and started looking for the agenda for the night . When she found nothing to tell her what would happen, she sat back and pretended to understand her surroundings and what was happening on the court . 
    “I own the team,” he replied and stepped away to greet someone who was coming to shake his hand.
    He said that so casually, as if it should have been assumed that he owned the team.  She supposed that traveling with Hector, one could basically assume that he owned wherever they were going.  Wealth of that magnitude was hard to comprehend but she supposed she should get used to it, even though she still didn’t want him buying everything for her.  
    As the crowd started to find their seats, beer acquired and the pre-game announcements finalized, the crowd started to become more energized.  Kallista sighed and settled in to her seat , wondering what all the fuss was about.  It wasn’t like this was soccer, she thought to herself.  It was just a basketball game.
    As the players came onto the court, she felt herself move to the edge of her seat , the excitement contagious .  With the tipoff, Kallista was rooting for Hector’s team.  “I’m guessing they are trying to get the ball into one of those hoops, right?  Sort of a bit opposite of the Mayan’s ball court games, right?”
    Hector looked down at her, surprised that she would make that comparison.  “I guess so.”   Trust her to come up with something esoteric and assume it was common knowledge.  He loved history and knew about the Mayan sports.  And a part of him felt honored that she’d simply assumed he could relate. 
    “Except no one loses their head, right?”
    He laughed and agreed with her.  “Correct.  No one loses their head, at least not literally.”   He glanced behind him, then leaned down and said, “Some of the fans can get a little out of control so follow my lead if I start heading out.”
    “Will do.  So what are the rules?” she asked and her eyes followed the players as they moved the ball down the court one way, then bit her lip anxiously when the opposing team snagged the ball and headed in the opposite direction.  “Our team isn’t supposed to let that happen, am I correct?”
    At her interest, Hector relented and started explaining what was happening on the court.  She seemed genuinely excited and at least she was cheering for the right team.  With each play, he leaned towards her and explained the strategy and as she gained knowledge, her enthusiasm increased. 
    Unfortunately, as her enthusiasm grew, her touches on his arm or leg also increased in both pressure and in intensity.  And each time the team scored, she hugged his arm which meant he felt her soft body pressed against his side , his arm and his mind completely aware of her soft, full breasts as they rubbed him or pressed against him underneath that incredible sweater she wore . 
    By the second half of the game, he was gritting his teeth with the lust pouring through him.  At least this time he didn’t think she was doing it deliberately.  When his team scored, she inadvertently gripped his arm, pressing her soft breasts against his arm.  Or her hand would grip his thigh and she jumped up in her chair.  It was a close game, both teams scoring back and forth and by the last few minutes, he was almost hoping his team would lose just so he could end this torment. 
    When the final bell sounded and the ball dropped into the hoop, his team scoring the winning two points, Kallista jumped up and threw herself into his arms.  There was nothing he could do but wrap his arms