I’m starting to get careless, but I can’t seem to stop. Hawk keeps sneaking into my office to grope my ass or kiss my neck and…I let him. More than let him, I lean into his touches and spend way too much time thinking about the next time I can get away from Wyatt and from work to get naked with Hawk.

So when he texts me to take my time leaving work on Thursday, I do. I wrap things up slowly, listening as the team files out of the stadium toward the parking lot. I hear the ...