Page 13 of Change Your Play

5

Miles

Hope You Find Yours

For the next couple of days, every move I made was entirely dictated by my cock. It didn't go unnoticed. Especially when I accidentally hit Sullender in the head with a football.

Five times.

I didn't care; I was sightseeing. And the sight was sexy as hell.

Cleo’s hair was pulled up in a bun every day, but as the hours wore on, more and more strands came undone, lining her face perfectly. It caught my attention every time. And always with those pencil skirts. Hugging her ass,cuppingher ass. For days, those skirts teased me in ways I could never understand.

The lunches, the meetings, the game reruns, and all of the afternoons with the traveling scouting team were endless teases, until finally, Thursday.

I drove my car to the back of the hotel and waited. Even if I was ten minutes early, I'd been around the block with dates. I knew how the dance went.

Apparently, Cleo made different plays.

Three minutes after seven, she hurried out of the side gate.

I was awestruck. That was the only word for it, and I'd never get used to it.

The way she effortlessly slid into the car seat, poised, ready, with her red hair freshly brushed down her back and an equally red shade of lipstick along her lips. I wanted to mess that up.

I eased the car from the curb. “You're late.”

“Late? You’re in college. You should be able to read a clock.”

Feisty.

I raised an eyebrow. “Date time runs contradictory to regular time.”

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

She shook her head, and the scent of her perfume washed over me. “It's just a tour - can you be late for a personal campus tour?”

The teasing note in her voice made me grip the steering wheel with my left hand. I was hard already. Forty-five seconds into a date, hard as a diamond. Definitely a record for me.

“Spoken like somebody who never gave campus tours.”

Cleo snickered. “Likeyou'veever given tours in your life.”

“An assumption.”

“I bet you played football since you could walk,andI work as a PR intern, I give plenty of tours.”

I swung a grin her way, completely entranced by this woman. “I worked at my uncle's mechanic shop in high school. I wasn't just throwing cowhides.”

“Were you a sign waver? A twirler?” Cleo asked before cutting off my reply. “Wait, Miles, we’re passing the biology building.Where are we starting the tour?” She smirked my way. “Are we leaving campus? I see where this is going…”

“The tour. Right.” I craned my neck and nodded to the left. “Yeah, you said it. Thatisthe biology building.”

“Uh-huh.”

“And the—look at that—the red building.”

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