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I watched him walk along the car, long legs and everything. Goodness, was he gorgeous. And with him outside, I could gawk all I want. The grumpiest, most uptight captain in the world was about to be late for practice tomorrow.

"I’m going to suck your dick so good, you’re going to see heaven," I said in the silent car.

Ryan opened the car door and held out his hand. "Did you say something?"

"I don’t think so." A flush crept up my neck. I took his hand and stood next to him. "Why?"

"I saw your lips move."

"Seems like you’re studying my lips a lot recently," I murmured.

He grinned. "They’re worth studying."

We weren’t exactly on time but there were still plenty of other people filtering in. All the donors, all the important people for Marrs, and every single football player that we saw at six o’clock in the morning. I immediately spotted Adam, with a girl in his arms that I’d never seen before, but I couldn’t see King or June anywhere.

Ryan brushed his fingers along my waist, resting comfortably on my hip.

I had to resist biting my lip. Couldn’t ruin my lipstick.

"Are you ready for this, Ragar?" he asked, scanning the room.

"Born ready, Cross."

39

Ryan

One Dance

Kassie was…everything.

She glided across the front entrance and offered a dazzling smile to anybody in her path. Investors, donors, and a couple of Houston politicians who support the Romans, all stopped to talk to the woman who laughed at any joke and squeezed my arm when the conversation would eventually turn back tous.

We found ourselves wandering through the tables after a city council member’s speech. Our names were planted on cards at one of the biggest tables. It took me a moment to process the other ones.

I rubbed my jaw. "They’ve sat us with the big donors."

"Of course they did. We’re the bee’s knees, the cat’s pajamas, talk of the town." Kassie tried to pull back her chair, but I beather to it. She offered another dazzling smile. "Don’t let this bring down your batting average."

I snorted. "That’s baseball, art girl."

"Shit. Is it?"

"Yep."

"Are you sure?"

"Pretty sure. We’ve got passing stats, completion percentages, sack percentages. No batting averages."

Fuck, was she beautiful. Even when she was mixing up sports terminology.

I didn’t have to lift a finger during the dinner. Kassie nodded and smiled to everyone, listening intently while I studied her hand close to me. Gently, I picked her hand up and wove my fingers through hers. She glanced back at me with a smile. I ran my thumb across her knuckles.

"We don’t hold hands enough," I told her in a low voice while the conversation at the table moved on. "We’re supposed to be in love and we only held hands four times last week. Those are rookie numbers. They need to go up."

"You counted how many times we held hands?"

"If we held hands more, I wouldn’t need to count," I countered, drawing circles over her skin. Touching her. Holding her.

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