Her mouth moved, those full, kissable lips
forming words. Words he wasn’t paying the least bit of
attention to. He blinked and said, “If you have a moment,
could I have a word, please?”
Was that nervousness in her gaze?
“Of course, Mr Dixon.”
His cock hardened even more. “Excellent. My
office is over there.”
He led the way, knowing that if he didn’t he
would be touching her. They were halted by another parent
and a smile curved his lips as he watched Danny kiss his mom
and leave with the other boy and his dad. He held the door
to his office open and didn’t move as she brushed by him.
Linc knew she felt the reaction between them, for she
couldn’t hide her sharp intake of breath.
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. His
nails dug into his palms, leaving behind crescent moons in
the skin. After she’d passed he shut the door, the click
echoing through the small room, highlighting the fact that
they were alone.
He prowled around the back of the chair she
perched upon and sat behind his desk, grateful his erection
was now hidden from her view. She watched him with wary
eyes, although he wondered if her attraction to him wasn’t
all that she was worried about.
“What can I do for you, Mr Dixon?” she asked
flicking a piece of imaginary lint from her jeans.
Oh, baby, if you only knew.
Ignoring the ever-increasing pressure in his
pants, he laced his fingers and rested his hands on the
“Your son, Daniel—”
“Danny,” she interrupted.
He arched a brow at that interjection.
“Danny,” he amended. “I would like to offer him a new
position on the team.”
She narrowed her eyes, exposing him to the
protective mama bear within. “What?”
“I think he’d be even more explosive as a
forward rather than a defenceman. A right wing, to be
She seemed to mull that over for a moment.
Lifting her chin, she met his gaze head on. “Why didn’t you
just change him over?”
“I don’t want to get between a mother and her
son.” He watched her absorb his words. Her gaze moved around
the room. “How long have you been on your own?”
Chaya snapped like an iron rod had been
injected in place of her spine and her gaze glittered as she
glared down her pert nose at him.
“That, Mr Dix—”
“Linc. My name is Linc.”
She pursed her lips. “Mr Dixon, my personal
life has zero to do with my son’s position on this hockey
“No, it doesn’t. And again, the name is Linc.
I’m just curious.”
“Not pertinent,” she snapped her voice coated
Unintimidated, he rose and moved to stand
before her. She lifted her head as she ran her gaze up over
his already-hard form. He wanted to crow at the obvious
desire glistening in her large eyes. She was as aroused as
He lowered his face parallel to hers, dropped
his sight to her full lips, shiny from her moist tongue, and
back up again.
“How long, Chaya?” he intoned, allowing his
power to leech into his tone, quelling the remaining
objections in her mind. “How long since you’ve allowed a man
to satisfy your needs?”