Page 131 of The Wrong Quarterback

“Well, this is a good start,” I said breathlessly.

He laughed, the wicked sound sliding over my skin.

His hands slid from my waist, up between my breasts, and then he firmly pushed me back until I was sprawled across the piano top.

I watched as he sank onto the piano bench, his gaze glittering in the faint light of the room.

“Spread your legs,” he murmured, and I obediently hooked my legs on his shoulders, more dissonant chords filling the room as I moved.

“And I think these need to go.” I had been wearing a dress, and so he had easy access to slip his finger under my thong line…and pull.

I moaned as the cool air of the room hit my core…and then I was really moaning as his hot, wet tongue slid through my folds, spreading me open.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

As his tongue slid into me, a gentle pressure, the piano keys responded with a soft, accidental melody, each note blending into the next in quiet, haunting echoes that would stay in my mind as the sexiest soundtrack to our love I could ever imagine.The sound filled the room, rising and falling as I writhed against the keys.

And when I came, the music seemed to crescendo, the final note lingering, hanging in the air as exquisite pleasure soared through me.

“You’re mine,” he murmured as he stood up and undid his suit pants.

And as he slid into me, I could feel his claim. I could feel how much I really was his. But the most amazing thing was…he was mine too.

SECOND EPILOGUE

PARKER

I kept my eye on Casey, who was swaying dangerously while holding up Nat as they tried to spell H-O-T-T-O-G-O while incredibly drunk. Matty and I were laughing as we watched. Her bachelorette party was in full, wild swing, and I had designated myself as my fiancée’s personal watchdog, making sure nothing happened to her in the process.

“Where’s Jace when I need to make a bet?” Matty grumbled, looking around the room for the man in question.

“Why can’t you make a bet with me?” I asked, offended.

Matty smirked. “Because the bet isonyou. I’m just wondering how long you’re going to be able to hold yourself back from punching that guy who’s staring at Casey’s ass.”

I quickly studied everyone that was around Casey, but didn’t see who he was talking about.

“Where?” I growled, pushing off the bar I’d been leaning against.

Matty started laughing hysterically. “This is too fun.”

I huffed and rolled my eyes. They liked to give me a hard time about how obsessed I was with Casey, but I liked to think that someday they would understand the irrational feelings I experienced on a daily basis.

I sat back down, content that Casey was safe…for now, when Jace finally reappeared. He was looking…well, wrecked, staggering like he’d just stumbled off a rollercoaster. His shirt was half-untucked, collar askew. His hair was a total mess, sticking out at wild angles. His face was flushed, and there were faint red lipstick smudges along his neck, standing out against his skin. He plopped down heavily on the barstool, his face a mix of shock and something close to awe.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. Matty and I exchanged a glance, the beginnings of a smirk already forming on Matty’s lips.

“And what, or ratherwho, did you just do?” Matty added.

Jace looked at us, his expression so serious it was almost comical. “You’re never going to believe this.”

“You got funny since you went to the bathroom? Yeah, I’m probably not going to believe that,” Matty muttered, leaning in with an exaggerated sigh.

Jace didn’t even blink. His eyes were still wide…kind of crazy-looking, actually. “I just…I just found the love of my life.”

Matty and I stared at him, both of us trying—and failing—not to burst out laughing.

“Where?” Matty asked, biting back a grin. “In the bathroom?”

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