Page 11 of Game Day

“That’s it. Come for me, sweetheart,” he groans.

Pleasure rockets through me. My voice bounces off the interior of the BMW.

I ride out the feeling, chasing every ounce of pleasure as if I need it to live.

He pistons his fingers, demanding more of my response until I’m trembling, my body wracked with aftershocks.

“How do you get more beautiful every day?” Clay murmurs as he withdraws. It’s unhurried, like everything with him.

“How do your hands get bigger every day?” I counter, brushing a damp piece of hair out of my face as I feel the twinge of emptiness now that he’s gone.

His smug grin flashes in the dark. “You know that’s just the warm up.”

Like this, with him, I can forget the world outside. There’s no season starting in two weeks. There’s only us in this moment.

At least until the mayor’s house looms a few hundred feet away.

The gates are open, the gravel driveway curving up in front of a huge mansion. I pull up behind a Mercedes and put the car in park before checking my appearance.

Clay pulls something out of his breast pocket—my panties—wipes his fingers on them and tucks them away again.

I'm still buzzing as I reach for the door handle. I toss the keys to the valet and take Clay's arm to head up the stairs.

"Looking wobbly in those shoes, Pink.”

The warmth in his voice shoots down my spine, playing like his fingers where I can still feel them.

"And here I used to wish you'd talk more."

His chuckle echoes in the night.

4

CLAY

On my list of things I want to spend an evening off doing, having dinner at a politician’s house is right up there with a root canal.

However, tonight is a celebration of the team and the city, so it’s part of the gig.

Plus, I promised my girl I’d be on my best behavior.

The table's big enough to hold thirty. Nova and I are seated near the mayor and her husband. Jay's on Nova's other side, plus Chloe next to him. My gaze flicks between them, and Chloe registers first.

"I'm here representing Harlan. Jay and I are not together,” she explains.

"Yeah, because you would never," Jay says, leaning over the table.

I swallow a chuckle.

It might have been years since they dated, but he’s still one who gets under her skin.

Don't I know how it is.

I glance Nova’s way because it’s too fucking hard not to when she’s near. Either I’m weak from days on the road, or she got prettier while I was gone. She looked sexy as hell when she put on that dress, and it was all I could do not to drag her into the backseat and remind us both why she’s it for me.

My first few years in the league, I’d get off the plane after a trip and give anything for a burger, an ice bath, and my bed, not necessarily in that order. But now when I land on solid ground, I crave her.

My girl.

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