Page 80 of Bump and Run

“What?”

“Just making sure this wasn’t manipulated.”

He takes the phone from me. “It’s real, I swear,” he laughs.

“I know. I’m proud of you.”

“Good.” He leans in, chewing on his lip. “Now that the hard part is over… I suggest you pick up the biggest bottle of lube you can find, Eliza Pierce.”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-huh…” He grabs my arm and tugs me towards him, quickly spinning me around and I place my hands on the table in front of us. “Because… I’m going to own that field tomorrow and then I’m going to take you home with me and I’m going to own that ass, too.”

I swallow, instantly throbbing at his words. “Don’t get too cocky, Junior,” I whisper, craning my head back to look at him. “This team slaughtered you last year, as I recall.”

“Oh, they won’t this time,” he says, dripping with confidence. He inches forward, pressing himself against my rear and I melt for him. His hand slides up my thigh and disappears beneath my skirt. “Cross my heart…”

I grow tense as his hand slides over my ass and he taps a finger against the tight rosebud between my cheeks.

He kisses my neck, breathing heavily against my skin as he rubs it and I let out a soft moan.

“Let me feel it…”

He doesn’t ask questions, nor does he deny me.

I listen to his zipper fall and his familiar hardness slides between my cheeks. “Is this what you want?” he whispers.

“Yes.” I turn to feel his lips on mine but he refuses my kiss.

Junior smiles and pushes his tip against the entrance, just barely stretching it and all I want to do is scream his name.

He lets go and it falls away from me.

“Wait, more —”

“No…”he says. “No, you’ll take it when I want you to take it, Ellie. I own you like I own that field every weekend. Say it.”

My muscles spasm, forever entranced by his perfect, dirty mouth. “You own me.”

He spanks me once and steps away, pushing himself back into his zipper. “We’ll continue this tomorrow night.”

“Maybe we will.”

“Meet me at my place after the game?”

“Actually…” I spin around, laying my skirt down. “We have an early rehearsal tomorrow, which means I’m free to attend the game.”

He blinks. “Really?”

“I may only catch the second half but that’s the only part that really matters anyway…”

His eyes narrow. “You’re going just to try and psyche me out, aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” I tease.

“It’ll take a lot more than that to rattle me on the field, Ellie. Once I’ve got my eye on the ball, nothing can stop me from getting it to the end zone.”

“Let’s hope so.” I kiss his cheek. “Because my end zone is really looking forward to your balls.”

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