Page 86 of Tangled with the Tight End

“I can’t believe it.” I shake my head.

She gives me a wicked grin. “Remind me to stay away from you the next time I’m ovulating. I’d like a break between pregnancies.”

I laugh and lift her off her feet, swinging her in a circle. She has a point, though. Sloane got pregnant with one non-try on my part, and Norah likely got pregnant over Christmas. We’ll need to be careful.

“I have some good news.”

She arches an eyebrow but remains inside my embrace. “Besides winning the game for the team and getting me pregnant?”

“Yes, besides those things. Hudson is finalizing a two-year, 34-million-dollar deal.”

Her mouth drops open as she steps back to see my face. “For you?”

“Shit, Norah.” I laugh at her incredulous look. “You’re great for my ego.”

“Stop.” She swats my chest. “I’m just shocked we were thinking thirty for two years.”

“I know. But–” I step back and flex my arms, my muscles budge under my jersey. She crosses her arms over her chest.

“You’re too full of yourself.”

I stalk toward her. “I’d rather you were too full of me.”

Heat flashes across her cheeks as she surveys the room. “Here?”

“What better place?” I cage her against the door. “You’re here. I’m here.” I drop my hand to the knob and twist the lock. “And the door is locked.”

She bites her bottom lip. “Well, when you put it like that, who am I to deny you? You’re about to be worth thirty-four million dollars.”

I strip her bare faster than I’ve ever removed her clothes as she unfastens the laces of my pants and unleashes my cock. Her eyes glow as she wraps her hand around my flesh and pumps while I stroke between her thighs, reveling in her wetness.

“I want you. Here. Anywhere,” I growl, lifting her up and sheathing myself inside of her in one stroke. She gasps and digs her heels into my back.

Our movements are fast and furious as our ragged breaths and moans fill the space around us. My thighs shake from the exertion of warmups, four quarters of a game, and holding her up as I drive into her, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters as long as she’s looking at me with lust-filled eyes.

She screams my name into my mouth as her body tightens and spasms uncontrollably.

I suck down her breath and shatter inside of her.

For several seconds, I hold her, worshiping the feel of her around me. Until my thighs quiver. “Shit.”

“Don’t drop me.” She giggles and slides her feet to the floor. “That was….” She tilts her head. “That was a 34-million-dollar performance both on the field and in here.”

“Do you think I should tell Hudson about your grading system? Maybe I could finagle more money from him.”

She rolls her eyes. “Not unless you were inviting him in here for a demonstration.”

I purse my lips. “Marco has been eyeing a commercial range for the restaurant. I could use a little more money. I believe he’ll have big eyes when it comes to this project of ours.”

“Luckily, your grandma has deep pockets, because I have a feeling if you offered to show him your skillset you might lose the entire contract.”

I clutch my chest. “Woman, you wound me. Who doesn’t want to be tangled up with this tight end?”

“Clearly….” She stands on her tiptoes. “Not me.”

Seriousness settles over me as I lay my hand on her belly. “I can’t believe we’re having a baby.”

Now, for the longest wait of my life.

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