Page 75 of Blindsided By the Enforcer

“You’re the only one I’ve had deep conversations with. It’s been feeling good to get things off my chest that I’ve been holding on to for too long.”

She swallows, our gazes lock but it doesn’t hold. She clears her throat and goes back to eating the pasta. I do too.

When we are done, I take our plates.

“I got them, Cade.”

“You cook, I clean,” I assert.

“Okay,” she concedes.

After washing the dishes, I turn to look at Annie. She is sitting on the counter with her feet dangling off. She’s so damn sexy.

“I say we take this jersey to your room and have you try it on,” I suggest, placing my hand on her thigh.

“Yeah,” she answers all throaty. I stand between her legs and watch her turn breathless from my touch.

“Yeah,” I repeat, my voice hoarse and filled with need.

She takes the bag with the jersey and we head up to her room.

“Take off your clothes and put the jersey on,” I say, my tone demanding.

“Oh, Cade, I didn’t realize you have an assertive side.” She giggles.

“Annie, I’ve been fantasizing seeing you in my jersey since I bought it at the campus store an hour ago.”

“Hmm, I like the sound of that. What else is involved in this fantasy of yours?” she asks. Her sultry tone makes me rock-hard.

“It involves me on my knees tasting your sweet pussy,” I tell her.

She licks her lips and removes her tank top. “I’m definitely game for that.”

“The bra too,” I say.

I hold her eye contact as she reaches to her back and unclasps the bra.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t know what I did to deserve this, but I’ll take it.” I bite into my lower lip as her breasts spill free. I take a step toward her, needing to touch her nipples.

“Ah ah, you have to wait until I have the jersey on,” she says, getting into her role as seductress.

I take a step back and watch her slip on my jersey. She makes a show of swaying her hips as she pulls her shorts down, along with her panties.

“Take a seat on the bed, baby,” I urge. I’ve never been this turned on in my life, the hunger and need to taste her has my body burning with need.

She takes a seat and I kneel before her. “Spread your legs for me.”

She does as I say, and I dip my head between her thighs. Her fingers run through my hair as I taste her. “You taste so good.”

“Hmm,” she moans.

The angle is a bit off. “Let’s change this up,” I suggest. I lie on my back at the top of her bed. “Come here.”

“How?” she asks, looking confused and maybe out of her element.

“Spread your thighs on my face,” I say.

“Are you effing crazy, Cade?” she asks.

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