Page 48 of Even Exchange

“Noted,” I say as she grabs another card.

“Fun fact number two: if stored properly, honey lasts forever.”

She smiles, biting her lip.How can one single person be this breathtaking?Her bright eyes flick up, meeting mine, and warmth spreads across my chest.

I hope we last like honey.

“That’s a good one,” she says.

“It is,” I croak out, and she returns her attention to the cards.

“Fun fact number three: you can hear a blue whale’s heartbeat from over two miles away.” She glances up at me with puzzled brows. “No way.”

I chuckle. “I didn’t write the cards.”

“Hmm.” Her eyes trail my body, and my skin tingles with awareness. She stretches her legs, lying down next to me, and slides down the mattress.

What is she doing?

She pauses near my chest and shifts closer, moving her braid to the other side, the end brushing my ribs and eliciting goosebumps.

What. The. Fuck. Is. She. Doing?

My gaze is glued to the back of her head, unable to conjure up a single coherent sentence.

Is she planning to suck my dick?

She drops her head to my bare chest, pressing her ear against it.

She. Is. Touching. Me.

I stop breathing as the scent of her shampoo wafts into my nose and I’m entirely surrounded byher.

What do I do?

My heart pounds.

This is definitely breaking rule number one.

“It’s silent out here,” she says, bringing a hand up and resting it on my stomach, her touch tortuous. “And still I can’t really hear your…” She shifts her head, fingertips dragging gently against my skin, eliciting goosebumps once more.Does she even realize what she’s putting me through?“Oh, there it is.” I release a shaky breath, hoping she doesn’t notice, as she uses her ear as a stethoscope. “It’s so fast. Aren’t athletes supposed to have a low resting heart rate?”

Yeah, except when a beautiful woman is touching him and her mouth is six inches from his dick!

“Uh-oh,” I force out, trying to take the topic off my rapidly beating heart. “Is Dr. Benson giving me a bad bill of health?”

“I might have to tell the NFL you’re not fit to play.” She rolls over, her opposite ear now resting against me as her gaze finds mine. “Then you’ll have to stay and take me and the twins camping every weekend.”

“How do you suggest I pay for all our camping gear if I don’t have a job?”

“OnlyFans.” Her tone is serious, but her eyes are teasing.

“I donothave the artistic capability to sell my body on the internet. That shit’s hard work.”

“You don’t have to post nudes,” she assures me. “You can just sell your bathwater.”

I choke a laugh. “Well, I guess I have my backup plan if the draft doesn’t go my way.”

“It will,” she assures me.And I hope to hell she’s right.A runaway hair frames her face, and I itch to reach out and hook it behind her ear. Within seconds I’m caving and doing just that. She places her hand on mine, stilling it against her face. Her lips quirk into a sweet smile, and I stop breathing. “Thank you again.”

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