Page 82 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

We arrive early to catch their warmup routine. After making our way to the seats, I simply watch Trey looking sexy in his uniform as he prepares for the game. He hits, he fields, and, most importantly, he stretches. I could sit here all day watching him stretch. Was stretching always this erotic? He’s so hot.

He hasn’t seen us yet, but he’s finally making his way toward the dugout. I’m about to yell his name when at least twenty-five grown women scream for him. I look around. What the hell? All these women are begging for his attention, shouting his name. He doesn’t even bother to lift his head and acknowledge them.Take that, bitches.

I need to yell something that will grab his attention. “Hey, Demon Trey, know any good plumbers? I need my pipes unclogged.”

He stops dead in his tracks and frantically scans the area we’re sitting in until his eyes meet mine. The biggest grin I’ve ever seen breaks out on his handsome face. I can’t help matching it with one of my own. God, I’ve missed him.

He leaps up onto the top of the dugout and then into thestands. I think everyone around us is confused. Grammy Jane starts giggling.

He practically sprints to me, lifts me in his arms, and kisses the shit out of me. Everyone around us starts clapping and cheering but he doesn’t care in the least. He dips me as he continues to ravish my mouth. Our tongues meet, and I, too, forget our audience.

Afterseverallong minutes, he pulls me back up as our lips break. His forehead remains pressed to mine, and his arms continue to hold me close.

Slightly out of breath from that epic kiss, he breathes, “What are you doing here?”

I smile as I run my fingers over his handsome face. “I missed my man.”

He grabs my face and dots kisses all over it. “I’ve missed you so fucking much.” His voice cracks. “This is hard.”

I know at this moment that I’m doing the right thing. All my remaining doubts fade away. I can’t wait for him to find out that I’m going to move to New York for him.

“I know. For me too.”

I go to wipe my red lipstick from his mouth, but he grabs my wrist. “Don’t. I want it on me.”

I lean over and whisper, “If we can get a few minutes of privacy, I’ll leave you a ring of that lipstick on your dick.”

He sucks in a breath, throws me laughing over his shoulder, and starts running toward the locker room.

He yells back, “Sorry, Grammy Jane. I need her for ten minutes.”

Grammy Jane shouts back, “Make it twenty.”

TREY

I spent the best night with Gemma. Reconnecting with her was just what I needed. If I’ve learned anything over the past few weeks, it’s that I can’t be away from her.

After she leaves for the airport, I call Tanner. He answers right away. “Hey, buddy. Feeling better?”

He knows how much I’ve been missing my girl. We’ve had several conversations about it recently.

“I’m feeling more steadfast. Move forward with everything we discussed.”

“You’ll probably take a big PR and financial hit.”

“Don’t care. Make it happen. I’ll handle things on my end.”

Chapter

Fourteen

GEMMA

It’s Friday,my last official day in the office I’ve called home for five years. I’m tying up as many loose ends as I can. I’ll still work remotely for Darian for the next few months. My job with Jackson’s company won’t start until I feel like I’m leaving things in the right hands at the firm. When Trey has road trips, I’ll come back to Philly and work here until everything is properly transitioned.

I’ve begun to box some of my belongings at my house. The move will have to be gradual. I couldn’t manage everything at the officeandpacking in just a few days. I’m planning on my house going up on the market next month. I’m truly taking a leap of faith, but I know in my heart that Trey isthe one. He’s worth the upheaval to my life.

I look down at my phone when it buzzes with a text notification. It’s myPervertsgroup chat.

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