Winning It All (Hometown Players Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

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    The next several minutes are a blur of sensations—no thoughts, just tingles and friction and groans and moans. Somehow we end up with my legs over his shoulders as my whole back is pressed to the dryer and wall behind it. The bottom of my dress is up to my rib cage now, my lower half completely on display to his roaming eyes, and I don’t even care—in fact, it gets me hotter. He’s moving hard and fast and then he leans over me, pinning my legs between us, and pushes in deeper than I think I’ve ever experienced in my life and—he hits the on button and the dryer spins to life, shaking my whole body, and then I explode. I swear I see fireworks and God, and I bite my lip to keep from screaming as my orgasm destroys me.
    A second later he arches his back and grunts and then drops onto me. His skin feels warm and damp through his dress shirt, and he sucks gently on the skin just below my right ear and whispers, “You are the sexiest woman I have ever—”
    The doorknob twists. It’s as loud as a car bomb for some reason, and we both jump. I suddenly crash back to reality. I’m at the opening of my brother’s gym—the place where I teach yoga and nutrition—and I just fucked a stranger in our laundry room. Oh my God, what the hell is wrong with me? I push him away, jump off the dryer and grab my underwear off the floor.
    “He has a key!” I whisper furiously. “If that’s Trey, he has a key!”
    Sebastian’s face morphs into panic as well, and he burst into motion, shoving his underwear up over his condom-covered dick and reaching for his pants at his ankles. I try to smooth my hair and reach for the door just as the handle starts to turn again. And it opens.
    Thankfully, it’s not my brother. It’s my coworker Sara, who will teach Pilates when this place officially opens on Monday. I smile at her like a drunk cheerleader after a pep rally. “Hey! I was just giving Sebastian a tour.”
    Sara’s eyes are about to bulge out of her head. I’m too scared to look back. Is he dressed? Please let him have his pants on. She doesn’t say anything for a moment, and all I can hear is the empty dryer rumbling as it spins. Oh God, this is so awkward.
    “Someone spilled some beer in the lobby. I need towels,” Sara says in a weird tone. “The door was locked.”
    “Oh. Oops.” I shrug and push past her. Once in the hall, I turn back and see that Sebastian did get his pants up. But his dress shirt is rumpled and untucked and his chestnut hair is completely askew. I am so busted.
    “Trey is still looking for you,” she says pointedly.
    “Right. Okay.” I glance from Sara to Sebastian and then, in a high-pitched voice with an awkward wave, I say, “Bye!”
    I turn on my heel and scurry down the hall. Oh my God, what a crazy night. I’m still flustered and feeling a little wild when I find Trey in the cardio room—talking to my parents. And just like that, the universe has thrown a bucket of cold water on my amazing and crazy night.
    My father looks up and smiles as he sees me. “There you are, Shaynie! Trey says you’re running this event, but we’ve been here an hour and haven’t seen you anywhere.”
    He leans in and wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly. I pat his back and wiggle free. My mom then leans in and air kisses both my cheeks before scrutinizing me with her perfectly made-up blue eyes. “Your hair is…Did you style it yourself? I could have gotten you an appointment with my girl Monique, you know.”
    I try to smooth the flyaways. I’m sure it looked acceptable pre-Sebastian. Images of our little spin cycle sexcapade fills my head and I feel my face flush. Trey notices and gives me a confused look. “You all right? You’re all red.”
    “I was demonstrating the equipment for some potential clients,” I lie and shrug when his face twists into an even more confused expression, because he knows I’m not nutty enough to demonstrate fitness equipment in a cocktail dress and