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“You’re not upset?” I ask. “The only reason you have a boyfriend is because of me.” I point at my chest. “Because I wouldn’t go away.”

“No. I’m sure it will be forgotten in a day or two. How was practice? And you have a girlfriend because I said yes.” I walk us to the couch and sit with her straddling me. I pull her close and stick my face to the side of her neck.

“Practice was practice. You know how I have the all-star games this week? I want you to fly to Miami on Friday and come. Vickie will be there. I have to go on Thursday, though.”

“A weekend in Miami. I’ll have to remember to buy a bikini.” I tighten my arms around her. “Oh, I guess you want me at the football stuff and not prancing around on the beach.”

I unbutton her pants and pull the zipper down.

“You can’t prance unless I’m there, and what’s with these pants? I hate them.” I lift her slightly, pull them off and throw them across the room. I rip her panties and they hang off her hip.

I kiss the side of her neck before devouring her mouth. I stop only long enough to lift her so she can slide down my dick. She pulls my shirt over my head and caresses my bare chest.

“Oh, God, Aid,” she moans. She slowly starts to grind and I hold her hips to help guide her. “That dick should be illegal,” she groans.

“I think it’s your pussy that should be illegal,” I counter. “And that mouth.” I pull her down and kiss her deeply. “This ass.” I squeeze so tight she lets out a little yelp. “And these.” I rip her shirt open, sending buttons everywhere. I don’t bother taking off her bra. I just lift it and suck one of those brown nipples into my mouth. “So good,” I groan. I switch and give the other nipple the same attention. I bite and pull before I attack her neck. I suck at the soft skin, knowing full well I’m going to mark her, but she’s mine, and it’s my right.

With no warning at all, she comes, convulsing on top of me while she mutters my name. I follow right behind her, filling her. I kiss her graceful neck while I whisper soothing words. When we both come down to earth, she presses her forehead to mine.

“That’s one hell of a welcome home,” she says. Then she looks around, almost as if she’s surprised by her own words. “Not that this is my home,” she adds. “I don’t want you to think that I’m—" She leaves the sentence unfinished, and I arch an eyebrow at her.

“That you’re what?” I challenge. I cup her breasts and flick her nipples. “What, Jeannie?”

“Calling this home or anything.” She slides her hands into my hair.

“You can call it whatever you want,” I tell her. “But let’s return to that later. After we get back from Miami, I want to introduce you to my sister and her family.”

I can see a thousand expressions flash through her eyes in a matter of seconds.

“We’re just flying through these levels, aren’t we?”

“We are.” We’d go faster if I had my wish, but my work schedule is a hindrance. I can’t ask for more when I’m gone half the time. She hasn’t complained yet, but that’s only a matter of time. Unlike my other relationships, I’m not willing to lose her over basketball or anything else.

“Do you think your sister will like me?” She tries to get up, but I tighten my arms around her. My sister will probably tackle her the instant she walks through the front door.

“She’ll love you like I do,” I tell her. She looks away as if she’s suddenly hit by a bout of shyness.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

“If you say so, I trust you. I usually do pretty good with families because I’m so fabulous. Oh, didn’t you say your sister is the Walsh Group CEO?” She bursts into laughter. She catches herself and covers her mouth with her hand, but she can’t stop her giggles.

“She is.”

“Oh, right. And Mark Zuckerberg is my cousin.”

“Didn’t you look me up?”

“I sure did, and I didn’t see that. I watched hours and hours of your old basketball games. And I even saw you with some old girlfriends, but nothing about your CEO sister. Go figure.” Her stomach growls and I finally let her off my lap. “What’s your sister’s name?”

“Katherine,” I say. I pick her up and carry her up the stairs.

“Oh, right. Katherine W. Pierce.” She giggles all the way to the bedroom.

Chapter 43

Jeannie

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