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“I mean it.”

I stand on my tiptoes and kiss him one more time and watch out the window while he pulls away.

He doesn’t seem concerned at all about what will happen while he’s on the road, but I am.

Could I be one of those progressive women who’s like,as long as he comes home to me, he can have his flings while he’s away?

No. I could not.

This will be the true test.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

WHAT WAS LOVE BEFORE?

WESTON

I slept some on the plane ride home, so I’m not quite as exhausted as I was when we finished playing. We beat the Jaguars 17 - 9, a little too close for comfort, as far as I’m concerned. But we got through our analyzing on the plane and have the day off tomorrow. Tuesday, we’re off too, and I can’t wait to get home to Sadie and Caleb.

Joey and Seth are on security detail when I get home, and they cheer me on when they open the gate.

“Great game tonight,” Seth says.

“Thanks, man. Everything good around here?”

“It’s been quiet,” Joey says.

I nod. “I like quiet. Goodnight.”

I get a couple of bottled waters when I’m in the kitchen and hurry upstairs, peeking into Caleb’s room first. He’s on his back, both arms spread out, and he looks so sweet, I can’t take it. Did I even know what love was before him? Certainly not to this extent.

Sadie’s sound asleep when I walk into the bedroom, and I smile when I see that she listened to at least part of what I asked. And her arms are spread out just like Caleb’s were. Again, I think, what was love before her? This is a whole different kind of love that is all new to me. One of her nipples is showing and my mouth waters, but I quietly walk into the bathroom and leave my suitcase in my closet before going back to the sink and brushing my teeth. By the time I strip and get in bed next to her, the exhaustion has returned, but I put my hand on her stomach and my dick stirs to life. I don’t want to wake her, but I want to taste her more than anything. It really is my favorite place to be, whether it’s my tongue, my fingers, or my dick.

She surprises me by turning toward me and opening her eyes.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey.” I brush her hair away from her face and kiss her.

She hitches her leg over my thigh and groans when she feels how hard I am. Her heat feels so good against me, I clutch her hips and rub her up and down over me. She gasps.

“I was dreaming about you,” she says. “And when I woke up, you were here.”

“What were you dreaming?” Up and down, slick against me.

“We were facing each other like this and you were inside me, your eyes never leaving mine.”

“Is that what you’d like right now?”

“Mm-hmm,” she says, her hips starting to swivel as she rubs against me.

“Use me,” I whisper.

Her mouth parts and she rubs faster, her mouth dropping open and when she’s coming, she grabs my fingers and presses them against her so I can feel the flutters. Her head falls back and she lets out a long, shuddering sigh.

“You weren’t wearing a condom in my dream,” she whispers.

“I wasn’t?”

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