Page 55 of Relationship Goals

“Wear the jersey,” he repeats, and I smile wider, wondering what he would do if I didn’t. Wondering what he’d do if I did.

“What do I get for wearing the jersey?” I ask, batting my eyelashes.

“What do you want?” he says, his gaze darkening.

Ooh, I like that.

I drop my attention to his cock, which is bulging deliciously in his pants.

“A ballpark frank,” I chirp at him. “With an encore performance.”

He laughs, which I love, because I’m nothing if not absolutely needy when it comes to my terrible punch lines.

“That can be arranged.” In one smooth motion, he bends, grabbingmy hand from where it dangles off the side of the couch. Slowly, he drops his lips to it, brushing the barest of kisses across my knuckles.

“I’ll see you tonight,” he murmurs. “I’m sorry you don’t have time to explain the finer points of your rules about balls right now.”

It’s my turn to laugh, and from the way slight surprise and gratitude flashes over his face, I get the feeling he’s not used to it—to making other people happy, making them laugh.

It feels like a secret, and I turn it over in my head as he kisses my knuckles one last time before leaving.

The door closes quietly behind him, and I stare at it for a long time, still mostly naked on my couch, recovering from what has to be one of the top five best orgasms of my life.

I would say top three, but I don’t want my expectations to peak early.

Although, Luke might just be the type to take that as a challenge.

Chapter Thirteen

Luke

I get tothe field early. It helps that I went twenty over the speed limit the second traffic opened up on the way here.

I don’t think that I’ve ever been this sexually frustrated in my life. I have certainly never let myself get so out of my mind over a woman before.

I can still taste her on my lips, and it’s driving me fucking nuts.

Not only that, but Abigail Hunt’s mismatched green and hazel gaze is seared into my brain.

Her sweet, silly mannerisms, the quick goofy comments, the way she laughs at herself and blurts out whatever she’s thinking.

She couldn’t be more my polar opposite.

I shouldn’t have gone over there to deliver the fucking Aces swag. I should have let the front office deliver it. I definitely shouldn’t have pulled off her sweatshirt and tasted her through her tantalizingly thin undershirt.

I should regret spreading her legs until she scratched my scalp and moaned my name as she came for me.

Considering I’m leaving LA as soon as I can and the only reason I asked her out in the first place is because my fucking bosses told me to, I might be the biggest asshole in the entire world.

Worst part is, now that I’ve had a taste, I can see making it a habit.Kissing down her beautiful skin as she pants and unravels, watching her cheeks pink as I make her come with my tongue and my hands.

One taste of Abigail Hunt and I’m addicted.

Fuck me.

I pull into my parking spot in the player’s garage and turn off the ignition, leaning my head against the steering wheel. What the fuck am I doing with her?

Moving way too fast, like I always do when I want something, single-minded to the point of stupidity.

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