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Because I fucking love you!“There’s something to be said for wholesome football players who are in healthy marriages. My brother and I have sort of been branded as playboys, but if the twins got married within a year of each other, we’d be opening our sponsorships to an entirely new audience. Besides, if this helps you, then I’m all in. You know that.” I sling my arm playfully around her.

She leans into me a little. “I do know that, and I can’t thank you enough. But marriage? It’s one thing towriteabout a marriage of convenience. It’s another thing to actually do it.”

“Can’t write about it if you haven’t experienced it.” I shrug.

“I have a book with a threesome, and I’ve never done that,” she points out. “And anal.”

I choke on something in the back of my throat. “You’ve never done anal?”

“You have?” she asks, her brows pinching together.

“Hasn’t everybody?”

“No!”

“Well, if you need my help with a marriage of convenience or anal or anything else…”

She smacks me on the arm, but I swear I catch another glimpse of heat.

Anal with Sophie?

Welp, now I’m hard again. Or still. Maybe always and forever around her.

Before I lose my nerve, I ask the question. “Oh! Do you want to make a public appearance with me at the end of the month?”And have anal sex afterward? Or vaginal. I’m not picky.

“Where?”

“It’s a charity ball and a chance to show off my fiancée.”

“I’d love to. Is it black tie?”

I nod.

“Mm, Miller Banks in a tux. I’m definitely in. Haven’t seen that since prom.”

I laugh. “Well, get ready for a treat.”

As it turns out, I think I’m in for a treat, too.

CHAPTER 17: Miller Banks

It's Just a Story

We picked up her ring last weekend. I always sort of figured I’d only pop the question once in my life, and I didn’t have the nerve to get down on a knee and ask her to marry me. Instead, I simply handed her the ring when we got into the car, and she slipped it onto her finger.

It’s not exactly how I imagined proposing to Sophie Summers, and believe me…I’ve imagined it.

“Holy shit,” she’d breathed as she held her hand up. The rock practically blinded me in the driver’s seat, and it’s gorgeous on her finger. It justlooksright…which is why it’s such a fucking punch to the gut that it’s fake.

I locked that into a box in my mind as I plowed through the next couple of weeks, meeting with my publicist about the ideas Sophie and I have drafted about a summer camp and getting a move on with plans. Tara thinks if we plan it right, we could even launch the first camp mid-June. It’s three months away, but she has an entire team ready to help plan this thing. With Sophie helping me on the curriculum, I think we have a shot at really launching it.

I put my all into planning it over the next couple of weeks with the help of Sophie, Tara, and some of the people on her team, and I find myself standing in my kitchen in my tux with a glass of whiskey while I wait for her on the night of the SDSYS charity event.

When she walks into the room, it feels like the wind is knocked clean from my lungs. It’s a harder hit than the last time I was tackled by a linebacker when I tried carrying the ball into the red zone.

She’s wearing a black dress that’s sort of shaped like a heart over her tits. It has tiny straps over her shoulders and a ruffly skirt with a sky-high slit that nearly shows me all the goods but still manages to keep them hidden. Her dark hair is curled into waves that cascade down her delicate shoulders, and her big, brown eyes are lined with darker makeup than usual.

Fuck, she’s hot.

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