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I chuckle. “Well, I mean…I know that. But this is all so extravagant, Miller.”

“I just wanted you to feel special on your birthday. You’re always working so hard, and you hardly ever take time for yourself. Tonight is just for you.”

I melt at his words, and then he proves it’s just for me by giving me my first orgasm of the night with his tongue.

I’m about to reciprocate when he says, “We have dinner reservations we need to get to.”

Truth be told, I’m already hungry after traveling and that climax he just gave me, so I freshen up, and we walk toward our destination, which turns out to be Hell’s Kitchen.

When we’re seated, I’m surprised to find Tanner and Cassie already at the table.

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

“You said you wanted to do dinner with these two again, and I’ve heard good things about this place,” Miller says with a twinkle in his eye as he obviously remembers me telling him I wanted to eat here less than a week ago.

They both stand and give me hugs as they wish me a happy birthday, and I sit and have an absoluteexperiencefor my meal.

I order all the things I’ve seen the chefs make on the show, and it’s undoubtedly the best meal I’ve ever had in my life as we talk about the family vacation Cassie ended up booking a few weeks ago.

She discovered the entire Nash clan has the week after her and Tanner’s wedding off, so with some rearranging of schedules considering the sheer number of people we’re doing this with, she booked a weeklong cruise for mid-July. We will return the weekend before the oldest of the Nash brothers, Lincoln, needs to be back for rookie camp, and even though some of the men will have a bit of work to do on the cruise, mostly it’ll be a time for the entire family to relax together and build a bond only in the way traveling together can.

I shove a forkful of scallops into my mouth, and I think I might be moaning. Miller is looking at me like he wants to eat his beef Wellington off me.

I think that could probably be arranged, but only if we take it in a to-go container—which we can’t since we apparently have plans after dinner.

The four of us walk over toward the Coliseum here at Caesars, and I see the banners advertising the act playing here tonight.

“No way,” I whisper as we get in line at the will call ticket booth.

Miller angles his head down to look at me. “You want to see Backstreet Boys tonight from the front row?”

I think I might pass out.

Are you kidding me?

How is this real life right now? This man is literally the stuff book boyfriends are made of. Miller Banks is everything Tyler Boyd was not. He’s everything every single one of my ex-boyfriends was not, to be honest.

He’s everything I’ve ever wanted, and he’s been right here in front of me the entire time.

I’m done resisting him. Now I just have to figure out how to hold onto him.

CHAPTER 31: Sophie Summers

I’m in Love with Miller

The next few weeks are a blur of sex, words, and planning. Time flies when you’re having fun, and I’m having so much fun that time is rocketing by.

My muse must be working overtime, because the book I’m working on is absolutely pouring out of me. I sit at the keyboard, and it’s like magic happens as the words flow out of my fingertips. I wish every book felt like this, and maybe it will going forward—if Miller and I keep doing what we’re doing.

If my muse keepsinspiringme.

So I’m enjoying the best writing of my life and the best sex of my life as the heat builds between Miller and me. He continues to be the book boyfriend of my dreams, and I know things will change once the season is underway and he can’t be at home as much as he has been, but I’m enjoying the routine we’ve fallen into.

The draft comes and goes, and we find ourselves in May, a month out from Miller’s summer camp program. Organized team activities, or OTAs, start at the end of the month, and they give us a little taste of what life will look like when he has dailypractices to attend. With that in mind, I start to look for my own community here in San Diego.

Cassie is busy with her two kids and the physical therapy business she owns, but she still makes time to meet me once a week for lunch. We talk about the upcoming cruise pretty much nonstop. I’ve also started talking more to Spencer’s wife, Grace, who takes Mondays through Wednesdays off from the winery she runs in Temecula, and sometimes we grab lunch while the boys are at workouts.

It’s a Friday afternoon at the end of May, and Miller is still at OTAs when an email comes through on my author account from a bookstore in Vegas. I open it the second I spot it because I already know what it is based on the subject line:An Invitation

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