Page 68 of Against the Clock

“All or nothing, huh?” I say quietly, trying to sort out my feelings.

“I thought I would be okay with whatever crumbs you wanted to give me, but the more I spend time with you, the more I get to know you—I don’t want scraps. I want it all. Maybe it’s because I’m an old man compared to you, but you’re funny, and smart, and beautiful and—”

I rise out of my seat and his expression heats as I halfway climb over the center console, smashing my lips against his.

He groans and I grip the collar of his button-down, pulling him closer to me, savoring the taste of champagne on his tongue, the delicious warmth of it in my mouth.

“Is that a yes?” His voice is gruff and he cups the back of my neck in his hand. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes,” I tell him, and it feels like my heart’s exploding with happiness. I kiss him again, peppering them all over his face. “Yes, yes, yes. I will be your girlfriend.”

A cocky half-smile languidly grows on his face, and his attention slides from my mouth down to the cleavage now hanging in his face.

“You made the right choice,” he growls.

Knuckles rap against the window.

I yelp in surprise, scrambling back into my seat.

Daniel chuckles, but the sound is dark, and I know he’s as turned on as I am. He rolls down the window and the valet stands outside, a slightly sheepish look on his face.

“Hey man, would you mind signing this?” He holds up a Beavers cap, and Daniel takes it and the Sharpie he’s holding, scrawling his initials across the bill.

“Also, you guys have to get moving. Sorry, Mr. Harrison. Sorry, miss,” he says.

“No worries,” Daniel says smoothly, handing him back the cap and pen. “We’re on our way right now.”

“Thanks, Mr. Harrison,” the valet says enthusiastically. “You guys have a good night.”

Daniel rolls up the window and I readjust my dress, clicking the seatbelt into place, trying to get my pounding heart under control.

“Do you think he saw us making out?”

“Nah, I have these windows tinted pretty good,” Daniel says. “Why? Is my new girlfriend into that? A little exhibitionism?” He laughs at his questions, but I go silent, considering it.

Am I turned on by the idea of getting caught kissing Daniel?

“Holy shit,” Daniel groans, turning on his blinker and merging into traffic, his eyes darkening as he glances between me and the road. “Fuck, Kelsey, you are, aren’t you?”

“Erm.” It’s not an answer, and I’m not sure why, but I am. I really am.

“I am going to ask you something now, and then we’re getting back to this. Do you want me to take you back to your apartment, or do you want me to cook dinner for you? No cameras, no fans, just us. You can spend the night, and I can drive you in to work tomorrow morning… or you can spend the day with me. We have Tuesdays off.”

“You would cook me dinner?” It takes me by surprise. Star quarterback Daniel Harrison cooking me dinner, wanting to spend his day off with me?

“I would much rather eat you out for dinner, but yeah, I’d love to cook for you. I love to cook; it’s why I like growing my own vegetables and gardening. Farm to table and all that.”

“Yeah… yeah. I would love to have you cook for me. I’m starved… and a little buzzed after that glass of champagne, so I definitely need to eat.” My cheeks are getting warmer by the second, and from the way Daniel keeps stealing looks at me, I’m convinced he knows that all I’m thinking about is him between my legs again.

“I want you to touch me,” I tell him, suddenly desperate, suddenly wet.

“Fuck. Kelsey,” he says. “Right now? You do like the idea of getting caught. Holy hell.”

“You turned me on with what you said.” I’m blushing furiously, heat rising all through my chest, but mostly rushing straight to my lower body.

“I told you I wouldn’t touch you until you begged me for it,” he says, and that husky growl is back in my face.

I shiver, and his eyes widen as he glances over at me.

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