Page 78 of Before It Was Love

I scowl. “You’re five years younger than me. You shouldn’t have been lusting after a seventeen-year-old when you were twelve.”

“I was a very mature twelve.”

I snort. “Was it very mature to put hair removal cream in Weston’s shampoo bottle?”

She giggles. “It was an epic prank and you know it.”

“Watching Weston panic when his precious hair fell out was pretty funny.”

“The best was when his girlfriend ran her hand over his head and ended up with a clump of hair. She was convinced he was contagious.”

“She couldn’t run out of the house fast enough.”

“So.” She waggles her eyebrows at me. “Are you going to fulfill a young girl’s fantasy and put on your football uniform?”

Doesn’t she realize all she has to do is ask and I’ll do anything for her? She has me wrapped around her little finger.

“I don’t have the pads anymore, but I can put on the pants and jersey.”

“Forget the jersey. The pants with no shirt is all I need.”

I grasp her hand and place it on my chest. “Do you want to see my chest naked?”

“Not only see. I want to touch it.” She bites her bottom lip. “Lick it.”

I groan. “You’re ruining my plans.”

She gazes up at me from beneath her lashes. “Do you not like my idea?”

I bite her bottom lip as punishment. “I’ll dress up for you later. First, my surprise.”

She cups my erection. “Is this the surprise? I’m ready to unwrap my present.” She squeezes and I moan.

“You are a temptress.”

She pushes up on her toes and licks my neck until she reaches my ear. “I promise I’ll put out.”

I debate throwing her over my shoulder and running upstairs. Not now. I want to give her the surprise.

“Later,” I growl and step back. “First, your surprise.” I motion toward the sliding doors off the rear of the house.

Sophia drops her bag before rushing to the doors. She gasps when she notices the picnic I prepared for her outside. She glances over her shoulder at me. “You did this?”

“I did this.”

“Yes!” She squeals before opening the doors and hurrying outside to the firepit.

I follow her.

She’s already kicked off her shoes and is sitting down on the red checkered blanket by the time I reach her. She’s opening the picnic basket, but I stop her.

“I know you wanted a picnic on the beach as your prize for winning but you didn’t win.”

“I did win because you cheated.”

“How did I cheat? How does anyone cheat at air hockey?”

She crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. “You kept on leaning over the table and flexing your arms.”

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