Page 31 of The Backup

“So where are you playing tomorrow? It’s an away game, right?”

“Denver. We’re taking a bus at five a.m. tomorrow.”

“Pretty late for you to be staying out then if you’re playing, isn’t it?”

I crack a smile. “I know. Being the back up was so much more fun. But staying up late last week didn’t seem to hurt. My mindfelt pretty clear the next day after spending the night with you. Well, not the whole night since you’re not into the whole ‘staying over’ thing.”

She laughs. “I have issues. That’s true.”

I slide my hand onto her thigh, under her dress. “So…it’s getting pretty late.”

Her breath increases, and I find myself playing the ‘how slowly can I slide my hand toward her inner thigh’ game.

Turning toward her, I cup her cheek. “Can I kiss you?”

She flashes a goofy smile. “Why are you being so hesitant?”

“I just…I don’t know what you want from me. I mean, if I really was just a…temporary lapse in judgment.”

Sloane wraps a hand around my forearm. “I just want to enjoy the night with you. And yes. You can certainly kiss me. Anything else you had in mind?”

I press my wine-soaked lips against hers. I love the way she tastes. I love how her body writhes beneath my touch. And I want to do everything with her.

I press my hand to her stomach, and her body responds.

“Mmmm,” she groans. “Lower.”

I bite my lower lip and stare into her eyes as I reach lower, past her belly button, dipping a hand over her panties and running my fingers between her legs.

“Like this?”

“Yes. God yes.”

“More?”

“More? Yes. More.”

“Okay. If you want me to stop, I need you to just tell me. Okay?”

She nods.

“I need an affirmative, Sloane.”

She giggles. “Such a nerd. Yes, Mr. Knox. I feel very safe with you in case you haven’t noticed.”

“That’s my girl.” I slide my hand under her panties and start to rub her clit while I kiss her neck. “Mr. Knox. I like that.”

Her moans get louder under the stars, communicating to me that I’m doing alright. I love feeling the way that her body responds to my touch.

I run my other hand up her side, up to her pert tits, and this illicits another moan.

“Oh God yes. Asher. Fuck.”

“Let’s get these out,” I groan.

“Are you telling me to take off my dress, Mr. Knox?” She plays, her eyes hooded over with pleasure.

“Are you a mind reader? Because that’s exactly what I was thinking. But I think we could take off more than that.”

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