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Ford: Send me a pic of you right now. Just your face.

Ugh. My hair was down and I had a freshly scrubbed face. I wore reading glasses and a tank top. This wouldn’t be spank bank material. I took a quick selfie and sent it to him.

Ford: Damn, you’re so beautiful.

He sent me a pic of him lying in bed shirtless, dark stubble coating his face. I licked my lips, unable to believe this incredibly sexy man was so taken with me.

Ford: I can’t wait for Thursday. Good night gorgeous.

Elle: Good night.

CHAPTERFIFTEEN

Ford

“Two gamesaway from a silky smooth scrotumus maximus,” Dom said, slapping my back as I stepped off the bus. We’d finally returned from our road trip and I couldn’t wait to see Elle.

“Twowinsaway,” I clarified.

I was fucking stoked we’d won eight games in a row, but I was dreading the possibility of getting waxed from the waist down, especially when things were going so well with Elle and me. I didn’t want my crotch looking like one of those Sphinx cats.

We had to beat Seattle to make it to a ten-game streak, and they were having a killer season. If we beat them, I’d celebrate with enough whiskey to numb the pain of having my hair ripped out.

“Wanna get some grub?” Dom asked.

“Nah, I want to get home.”

“Okay, grandpa. Go drink some warm milk and get to bed.”

I shrugged, ignoring him. I was going to get to bed, all right, and I was wound tight with anticipation. Elle had been on my mind every waking minute since we’d last texted.

Now all that was standing between us was my twenty-five-minute drive home from the arena.

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“Hey,”Elle said when she answered her door half an hour later. “Come on in.”

“Hey,” I said, admiring her legs.

She wore girly boxers with hearts all over them and a lacy gray tank top. She looked downright edible.

I’d dropped my bags off at my place, brushed my teeth, and come straight here. It was 9:30 p.m., and I didn’t care if I got a minute of sleep tonight.

“I feel underdressed,” she said as she looked at my dark suit.

I unbuttoned my suit jacket and tossed it on a nearby chair, not breaking eye contact with her. “Maybe I just need to lose some clothes so we can match.”

“I could get into that.”

I suddenly remembered she didn’t live here alone. “Where’s Luke?”

“Out. Again. I could really use a distraction from worrying about him.”

I stepped closer to her, putting my hands on her hips. “I have a few ideas for that.”

“Do you now?” She bit her lip and smiled playfully. “I hope one of them involves using this tie as a blindfold.”

She tugged on my tie and my erection strained against the front of my pants. Fuck. If she wanted me to make my fantasy a reality, I was more than ready.

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