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He smirks. “Who knew I could be sweet?”
“I had an inkling,” I shrug.
“Did you really?”
“Mmhmm. You come in with this cocky swagger, but I could see through you.”
“That’s impressive,” he says, moving so that I’m lying on my back. He hovers over me, his smirk growing wider.
Reaching between his legs, I cup his hardening length. “That’s impressive too.”
“You know what’s double impressive?” He lays kisses along my neck, to the base of my ear, and over to my mouth.
“What’s that?”
“Showing you how impressively sweet I can be with my impressive cock.”
I giggle, but the sounds are swept up by his kisses. When he pulls away and rests his forehead against mine, I grin. “I’mwilling to give you an opportunity to put your money where your mouth is.”
“Don’t you mean my mouth where the honey is?”
“Oh my God,” I laugh, my body shaking. “That was awful.”
Before I know what’s happening, my dress is bunched at my waist and he’s between my legs. A wicked look in his eye, he stares at me through his lashes. “This, Sunshine, will be good. I promise.”
His head dips between my legs and I’m reminded just how good he can be.
CHAPTER 29
BRANCH
“What the fuck are they doing here?” I ask.
Chauncey and I watch as the Columbus Tigers come onto the field. The offense takes over the opposing end zone and starts to run basic plays while we watch.
“Is this Coach’s surprise?” Chauncey looks at me. “He’s a sadist.”
Finding number seven, Callum throws a pass that spirals perfectly into the hands of a receiver. Callum raises a hand in the air before turning and findingme. He stares at me for a long minute, going so far as to take off his helmet to make it clear who he’s looking at.
I wave.
My entire body shivers as a shot of testosterone mixed with adrenaline shoots though me. “It’s gonna be a long day, Chauncey,” I say, heading back to our huddle.
Coach is in the center of our offense with a clipboard. “Okay, boys. We’re trying something different today. This will demonstrate how necessary it is for you to be willing to change it up and go with the flow, all right? I want all backs and receivers to join the Tigers’ offense. All linemen and Frutter,” he says, nodding to our quarterback, “down with the Tigers’ defense.”
Finn is across from me. Our eyes meet for a split second before he looks away.
Coach ends the huddle and we all start off to our assigned positions. I hang back a little and step in time with Finn.
“Hey,” I say, looking up at him.
“What?”
“How are you?”
“Good.”
“Great. That’s great,” I say, sarcasm thick in my voice. “When are you going to stop this?”
