Overtime in the Owner’s Box
MM Sports Romance
by Jace Wilder
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Pairing: MM
Heat: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ Inferno
Tropes: Age Gap, Boss/Employee, Forced Proximity, Hurt/Comfort, Control/Surrender, Billionaire, Sports Romance, He Falls First, Dirty Talk
A hotheaded rookie. An ice-cold owner. A private elevator. A very bad idea.
Jaylen Cruz is the most explosive guard in the NBA — and the most self-destructive. Traded for a second-round pick and a prayer, he arrives in New York with a temper problem, a chip on his shoulder, and the certainty that everyone in power will eventually throw him away.
Gabriel Russo is the billionaire who bought the team and rebuilt it through ruthless analytics and ice-cold decision-making. He doesn’t keep people — he optimizes systems. When his newest acquisition turns out to be a twenty-three-year-old with a mouth that could ruin empires and a body that could ruin him, he does what he always does: builds a program. Curfews. Film sessions. A luxury apartment two floors below his penthouse. For monitoring purposes.
The program is professional. The late-night HORSE games on the private court are not. The tunnel after the first game is definitely not. And the moment Jaylen says yes sir in a text at midnight, every rule Gabriel has ever made about not touching his players goes up in flames.
But the league is watching. The board is circling. A minority owner with political ambitions is looking for leverage. And when a leaked photo threatens to expose what’s happening between the owner’s box and the fourteenth floor, Jaylen and Gabe will have to decide what matters more: the game, or the man who makes the game worth playing.
You’ll love this book if you enjoy:
✅ MM age-gap sports romance with scorching heat
✅ Billionaire owner x hotheaded rookie player
✅ Forced proximity (same building, same elevator, same bad decisions)
✅ Control/surrender dynamics that melt the page
✅ Grumpy-ice x fiery-chaos with genuine emotional depth
✅ Found family basketball team
✅ A hero who learns discipline is love and a love interest who learns to stay
✅ HEA guaranteed
⚠️ Content Warning: This novel contains explicit sexual content (graphic MM scenes), strong language, professional power imbalance, depictions of anger management and abandonment trauma. Intended for readers 18+.
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Chapter One: Traded
The ref was wrong.
Jaylen knew it in his bones, the way he knew the angle of a fadeaway before his feet left the ground, the way he knew the exact moment a defender’s weight shifted left when his eyes said right. Instinct. Truth written in the body. And the truth right now was that Marcus Webb had hacked him across both wrists on the drive, a foul so obvious the nosebleed seats could’ve called it, and this blind motherfucker in stripes had swallowed his whistle and waved play on.
“Are you serious?” Jaylen pulled up at half court, arms wide, the ball already in Milwaukee’s hands on the fast break. “He hit me on both arms! Both!”
The ref didn’t look at him. They never looked at him. Twenty-two years old, second-youngest player in the league, and somehow he’d already earned the reputation that made officials turn their backs when he spoke. Problem player. Attitude case. Too much.
The Bucks scored on the other end. Easy two. Points that shouldn’t have existed.
Jaylen jogged back on offense, jaw tight, the anger already doing what it always did—spreading from the point of origin like a crack in glass, branching through his chest, his arms, his hands. He caught the inbound pass. Drove right. This time Webb bodied him in the lane, shoulder into his chest, a moving screen that would’ve gotten a flag in football. Jaylen went up anyway, tried to finish through the contact, missed the layup, and landed hard on the baseline.
No whistle.
The arena noise swelled—Milwaukee’s crowd, twenty thousand people who’d paid to watch him fail. He was on his back on the hardwood, staring up at the scoreboard that read HOME 87, VISITOR 71 with four minutes left in a game that had been over since halftime, and something in him snapped the way it always snapped. Not slowly. Not with warning. Just—snap.
He was on his feet before his brain caught up. The ball was dead, a timeout called, and Jaylen walked straight to the official at the scorer’s table.
“Hey. Hey!” Jaylen got in his space, close enough to see the man’s pores. “You gonna call the game or just stand there? Because I’ve been getting hit for three quarters and you haven’t done shit—”
The whistle blew. Technical foul. Of course.
The boos rained down. Jaylen spread his arms wide and spun in a slow circle, drinking them in, the fury and the noise and the way the whole building hated him. Good. Fine. Hate me. At least you see me.
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