Page 54 of Against the Clock

“Okay,” she finally agrees. “Tonight. Surprise date, no sexpectations.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.” She laughs, and I tug her into me for a hug. I’m hard as a rock, though, and my dick pokes her in the stomach.

“Sorry,” I mutter, running my hands up and down her back. Three months might kill me, but damn, it will be worth it.

“I gotta go get ready.” Kelsey holds up the dress, and I lick my lips. “When do you need to leave?”

I glance at the clock on her bedside.

“Soon,” I admit. “Now, probably.”

“Do you want food? I have… cereal and yogurt.”

“Nah, they have food at the facility.”

She’s staring up at me, and I can’t stop looking at her. She’s so pretty, with her hair all wild around her head, in a ragged old t-shirt.

“I never told you congratulations for yesterday,” she says slowly, and the words take me by surprise. “You scared the hell out of me at the end of the game… but I have to admit, I was surprised.”

“Surprised I ran it in for the TD?”

She hits my shoulder playfully, the hanger bouncing off me. “No, surprised how much I actually enjoyed watching you play. I never thought I’d watch football and actually like it. I know most people do, Cameron loves it. But watching you play last night… it was fun. You looked like you were having fun.”

“Fuck.” The word explodes out of me, my fingers tightening on her hips.

“What?”

“I agreed to take sex off the table and then you hit me with the dirty talk.”

She laughs, then her arms circle around my waist and I pull her in tight for a hug. I kiss the top of her head, reveling in the newness of this thing between us, the way it feels easy and comfortable and familiar. The way she feels exciting and new and so right, all at once.

I haven’t felt so excited about anything in a long, long time.

“Go to work,” she says, then smacks my ass.

“What was that for?”

“I thought that’s what football players did. Spank each other on the butt.”

“Does this mean I get to spank you?” My smile turns devilish and I pull her closer, until she has to fully tilt her chin to look up at me.

“Depends on how the next six months go, I guess.” She flutters her eyelashes at me.

I laugh. “Six months? I thought you decided on three?”

“We’ll see.”

I glance over my shoulder at the clock again and sigh. “I gotta go.”

“Me too.”

I lean down, kissing her forehead, her nose, and then her mouth.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“It’s a date. A no-spanking, sexless date,” she says.

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