Playing Dirty (Leighton U, #4)

by C.E. Ricci

If I’ve ruined him, he’s decimated me.

“Christ, Madden. I want you to the end of my sanity. I want you for every reason I shouldn’t. You have to believe that.”

I’m already in love with him. Yet he continues to give me reasons to fall even deeper.

“You feel how tight you grip me? How smooth and easy I slide in and out of you? That’s because your ass was made for me.”

Every piece of me—mind, body, and soul—belongs to Madden Hastings. And fuck, if he doesn’t belong to me too.

Because I love him, and I’d rather have him a thousand times over than win some damn rivalry game.

“I love you so much, sometimes I fucking hate you for it—for making me fall to the point where I’d abandon everything else for you. Because I would. I’d sell my team out and give you the pennant. I’d hand my soul over to Hades himself if it made you smile.” He licks his lips and releases a resounding sigh. “You’re the one I’d turn around for, Theo. Over and over again.”

“I’ll always turn around for you.”