Page 63 of The Game Plan

“That good?”

“Yeah. No. I don’t know.” She worries the hem of her shirt, a boxy black thing that only serves to emphasize her curves. “I did the best I could. If I pass, I’m happy.”

“I feel that.”

“This semester kind of sucks,” she admits. Her mouth drops open in horror as she realizes what she’s said. “Not us. That’s not what I mean. School-wise, academically, this semester isn’t great for me. If I don’t pass the stats test next week, I’m facing down academic probation.”

My stomach flips. “You’ll ace the test. You know the material backwards and forwards by now.”

“I have a good tutor.” She bats her eyelashes at me. “Maybe you know him?”

“Hm, I might.” I set the salad plates down on the table. Tucker was right; kale salad was a good choice. I don’t think I managed to screw it up too badly.

“You cooked?” She looks up at me in wonder.

“I dabble.” Greg made the steaks—he didn’t trust me not to fuck it up, he said—and Amir made the asparagus and mashed potatoes. I put together the salad. It wasn’t that complicated.

Sam leans over and kisses me. “I love it. Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”

She has my heart in her hands. She has control over me in every possible way. I would do pretty much anything she asked, including going toe to toe with O’Rourke again.

We talk all through dinner, her hand in mine. We chat regularly, yes, but it’s not the same as having an intimate one on one conversation. There’s no distractions, no other guys to jump in and steal her attention. I love my boys, and I’m glad she likes them and fits in well with them, but sometimes it’s nice to have her all to myself.

I serve the steaks and sides. Her eyes go wide.

“This is perfect. This entire night is… thank you.”

“All for you.” I drop a kiss to the top of her head, and she sighs with contentment. “I’m sorry I can’t take you out on the town the way you deserve. You should be wined and dined and I—I can’t—I—”

“I love this,” she says. Her hand covers mine, and she squeezes gently. “This is perfect for us. I don’t need some fancy night out. All I need is you.”

I work to swallow the lump in my throat.

She deserves so much more than I can offer her. I don’t have a job. I still get an allowance from my parents. She deserves a real man, someone who will treat her like the princess she is.

“Okay, so first thing, I want to eat this awesome dinner that you cooked,” she says. “And then while we have the house to ourselves, I’m going to give you the best damn blowjob you’ve ever had.”

My cock perks up.

“Sam…”

“So that’s my plan for the evening,” she says casually, as if she’s talking about the weather. “Do you have something else in mind?”

I clear my throat. “I’m good with that, sure.”

The smile she gives me is positively wicked.

Chapter twenty-four

Miles

Mycockisinher mouth. Holy fuck, my cock is in her mouth. This is not a drill.

Sam looks up at me from between my knees, her eyes bright. Her hand is wrapped around the base of my cock as she sucks on the head like there’s no other place in the world she would rather be.

“Baby…” I touch her face, her hair, anything I can. Her skin is satiny smooth. She’s too far away. I want her everywhere.

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