Page 64 of Resisting the Running Back

But I can’t stop how I feel. I’m finally getting to act on the way I’ve felt about her, and it’s overwhelming.

The show comes to an end, and everyone around us moves to a standing ovation. I don’t want to get up. Getting up means I’m breaking the connection my palm has with her thigh and her arms have around mine, and I’m not ready to give that up.

When I look over at her, she lets go of my arm and instead sets her hand on my jaw. She leans toward me and presses a soft kiss to my lips, and it’s the reassurance I need that this is real.

Somehow, it’s real.

She pulls back and offers me a small smile, and then we both stand and clap for the performance. People start to file out ofour row, and we follow suit. She’s right behind me, close enough that I can feel her heat, and I like having her so close.

Scratch that. Iloveit.

We move out into the aisle, and she grabs my hand. I’m not sure if it’s because she wants to be physically close to me, too, or if it’s so we don’t lose each other in the crowd. Either way, I’m not complaining.

We make it out into the lobby, and it’s a mass of people all moving toward the exit. And that’s when I hear my name beside me. “Are you Miller Banks?”

I glance over to see a man close to my age, and I nod as I reach out a hand to give him one of those universal bro-shakes. “Nice to meet you.”

He grins. “I’m a huge fan of you and your brother. I’ve been following your career since the college days. I played for the U of A,” he says, naming the university in Tucson that was the biggest rival of the university we attended in Tempe.

“Ah, bitter rivals. Were you there when we were at ASU?”

He nods. “Jason Dale,” he says, giving me his name. “I was a senior when you two were freshmen. I was a linebacker, and I got a good tackle in on you once. But you were so goddamn fast, I had a hard time bringing you down. Congrats on all your success, man. You both deserve it.”

The name isn’t familiar, but I don’t remember the name of every opponent I faced once over my entire career. “I appreciate that. Are you still in Arizona?”

He shakes his head. “Chicago now, and I don’t play anymore. But I’ve enjoyed watching you two. This is my wife, Carly,” he says, slinging his arm around her as we continue our slow crawl toward the exit.

“Nice to meet you,” I say, nodding at Carly. I wrap my arm around Sophie and introduce her next. “My fiancée, Sophie.”

“Hey, would you two want to grab adrink?” he asks.

I feel bad declining, but honestly I don’t know this guy, and I don’t owe him anything.

Besides, I’m on the lookout for a dark hallway or bathroom orsomewherethat I can take myfiancéefor a little one-on-one private time.

“I wish we could, but we have plans,” I say, and he nods.

“Of course, man. It was great meeting you,” he says.

“You too.” We split up at that point as we head out a different set of doors than they do, and I continue to hold onto Sophie as I glance around the casino. “You mentioned a club. You ready?”

“Let’s do it,” she says, and I get the feeling she’s not talking about going to a club but that we’re on the same page about finding a dark hallway.

As it turns out, the club is the perfect place.

Sort of.

It’s dark in here, the flashing lights contained mainly to the dance floor. Since money talks, we wind up in a private corner booth with tall walls. Our drinks arrive quickly, and we toast to the night and guzzle a bit before I lean over and press my lips to Sophie’s neck.

“Mm,” she moans. The sound is soft and eaten by the loud music, but I still hear it, and it sends a shot of need straight to my cock.

I trail my lips up her neck until my mouth is on hers, and suddenly we’re making out in the dark corner booth at a club.

I slide my hand up her thigh, and nobody will see since a tablecloth drapes over our table on the other side.

I move up her thigh toward her hip in search of panties I can rip from her body, but I can’t find the fabric.

I move my hand lower and between her legs, forcing her legs to fall open a little, and all I feel there is skin. That’s when I pull back from our kiss, and my eyes meet hers.

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