Page 79 of Cocky Player

“I knew it,” I said, smiling.I held up the T-shirt, Rough Riders logo and name stamped across the chest and front of it.“He got me a shirt to wear today.”

“Yeah, yeah, T-shirt.I want to see what’s for later.”She stressed the later part and I pulled the box away from her.

“Perhaps I should open this in private.”

“Don’t even think about it.”

“This might cross the line of TMI.”

“Honey, I’ve seen you naked over the years more times than he has in weeks.Trust me, I want to know what he’s thinking.”

“You’re so weird.”

“I know, I know.”She plopped the last tissue wrapped gift into my lap.“Now open.”

“Yes, my Lord,” I drawled, but my fingers were itching to see what was inside.We were going out for dinner after FanFest, and then to his house, so this could be a dress or something for later.

I cut through the tape connecting the ends of the package together and then my jaw dropped.“Oh dear,” I whispered.

“Wowzers,” Gina said.

“Shut up.”I opened the tissue paper and reached for two thin leather straps.Black.The rest was lace.Lingerie.He’d bought me the sexiest babydoll slip I’d ever seen.The small label read Agent Provocateur.“Holy crap, this had to cost a fortune.”

“He wants you dressed in leather and lace and you’re concerned about the price?”

I chuckled, tried to erase the weight on my chest.Holding it up, I swiveled to face my mirror.It was beautiful.Embroidered lace to cover my breasts with a plunging neckline in the middle of them.A sheer, silky black fabric that would fall to just below my ass.

“You forgot these,” Gina said.A thong so dainty it could be ripped apart with the smallest tug hung from her index finger.

I snatched it from her.“Give me those.”

She laughed and climbed off the bed.“Well, I think I’ve seen enough and might need to go see Brandon and get a quickie in between his clients tonight.This has me hot and bothered and feeling very, very odd imagining you in it.”

“Oh my goodness you’re a freak.”

She smacked her lips to my cheek.“That’s why you love me.”Pointing at the lingerie I was still holding up, she continued, “And maybe a little of that freaky is rubbing off on you, huh?”

“I think it’s something else rubbing off on me.”

“Gah!”She slammed her hands to her ears and fled my room.“Too much!Too much!”

“You asked for it!”I shouted back and once she was gone, I turned back to the mirror.

Holy crap this was sexy and sweet.That throb at the top of my thighs spread somewhere else so much more pleasing and beneath the clothes I was wearing, my nipples pebbled, pressed to my bra.My cheeks were already flushed.

What in the world did Connor have planned forlater?

I couldn’t wait to find out.

Twenty-Seven

Connor

Brenna wasdistraction in the sexiest form.She’d had me hard, cursing myself for giving her the gifts before practice instead of waiting until later since before practice started when she’d sauntered up to me, looking all professional with an iPad in hand, but wearing the T-shirt I bought for her, tied in a knot, skinny white jeans on that clung to her skin, holes in the jeans at her thigh and knees, frayed at the ankles.

She spoke with the players, reminded us of our times for the signings and events before and after practice.Checked to make sure we all had the pagers she insisted we wore as soon as practice was done for those of us signing later and as she walked past me, acting like I was the same to her as every other player on the field she whispered, “I’m wearing another part of your present now, too.”

She walked away, ass swinging in that sexy saunter women had, leaving my dick hard in my athletic cup, jaw dropping to the turf.

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