Page 109 of Mr. Swoony

With her hand still on my shaft, she twirls her tongue, cleaning me off until my dick is soft against her tongue.

“Congratulations on your shutout.” She gives me a coy, self-satisfied grin.

I rest my hands under her arms and nudge her to stand. “If you can promise one of these each time, maybe I’ll have more shutouts this season.” I smack her ass. “Now strip down except for my jersey.”

She squeals, and I capture her mouth. I’ll never have enough of her.

Forty-Four

Eloise

We’re on our way to dinner with my grandparents, and the nerves are starting to get to me. I know how they can be when they’re not happy with me, and I don’t want any of that directed toward Conor.

I could have told him not to come, but I want his support. Besides, if they have a problem with him, that’s their problem. What they should be concerned about is whether I’m happy or not.

“My mom is worried,” I say to Conor, who seems kind of distracted tonight. He’s been on his phone more than usual when we’re together.

“How come?” He slides his phone back in his pocket.

“My grandparents can be persuasive, and I’ve always cowed to their wants. I told my mom that if they give me a hard time, then we’ll leave.”

He places his hand over mine. “You lead the way, and I follow.”

“Thanks again for coming.”

“I want to be here.” He squeezes my hand, and our eyes lock for a moment before I look out the window. “Hey, I forgot to mention, you know that day we were going to volunteer at the animal shelter? Can we push it by an hour?”

I shrug. “Sure.”

“SportsVerse wants to interview me.” He says it so casually, as if it’s not a big deal.

“What? Why aren’t you jumping up and down?” I sink back into my seat. “Or is it not a big deal? Have they interviewed you before?”

He chuckles as we pull up along the curb at the restaurant.

We climb out of the car, but I tug on Conor’s hand because I don’t want to go in there until we finish our conversation. “So, is this, like, a new thing?”

“I’ve been interviewed plenty, but it’s my first time being spotlighted. I’ll be on the cover. Which reminds me, we have to talk about how much you feel comfortable with me saying about our relationship.”

I wind my arms around his neck, pressing myself against him. “I’m so happy for you. I wish we could be celebrating instead of going to dinner with my grandparents.” I pretend pout.

“We don’t have to celebrate.” He kisses me. “Now, stop delaying and let’s go.”

My shoulders sag, and I sulk, allowing him to lead me inside the restaurant.

“We will be celebrating when we get home,” I say.

He doesn’t argue, but there’s still a quietness about him tonight that concerns me. Maybe he’s nervous about this meeting too.

We walk up to the hostess.

“Corbin, party of four,” I say.

She smiles, but her eyes are more on Conor than me. “Yes, your party is already here.” She steps away, and Conor waits for me to go first.

I spot my grandparents at a table for four right in the middle of the window that looks out onto the street. It’s probably the best table in the restaurant, which doesn’t surprise me.

“Here you go.” The hostess stops and holds out her arm toward the table.

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