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It was worth it. If I get fined for ducking out, so be it. It’s worth every damn penny to know that Sophie and I are back on the track we were always meant to be on.

When the two hours scheduled for the signing are up, there are still a few more people in line. I was hoping I’d get a few minutes alone with Sophie, but I can’t take away from her first event like this.

I snap photos of her and take some video footage that she can use for social media content, and when the final person is through the line, Victoria thanks us both for being here today.

“Are we still on for dinner tonight?” she asks Sophie, who glances at me.

“My flight back is in ninety minutes. Don’t let me hold up any of your plans,” I say, holding up both hands.

Sophie nods. “I need to run back to my hotel to change, but I can meet you here at, say…six?”

Victoria nods. “Perfect.”

We head through the bookstore and out the back door, and there’s already an Uber waiting there for us.

Sophie glances at me. “Can you make a quick stop with me?”

“You should know by now that I would do anything for you.”

A smile lights up her entire face, and then we’re on our way toward her hotel.

CHAPTER 58: Sophie Summers

Nothing Between Us

He kisses me lightly when we get into the back of the Uber after our driver confirms our destination, and the kiss turns into an actual make-out session.

His hand is sliding up my thigh, and if anyone in the world thinks I asked him back to my hotel to chat…well, they’d be wrong.

There won’t be much chatting when my eyes are rolling back into my head in the kind of pleasure only Miller Banks can give me.

And since I’m already pregnant, why not just skip the condom?

I’ve never had sex without a condom. He says he hasn’t, either.

And the thought of him moving inside of me with nothing between us is pulsing a quaking ache unlike anything I’ve felt before squarely between my legs.

We finally get to the hotel. I checked in earlier, and my bag is already here.

We race up to my room. We’re not alone in the elevator, but his hand is on my ass on the entire ascent up anyway.

We practically run down the hall. Neither of us wants to waste a second when we have mere minutes before he has to leave.

Once the door closes us into privacy, he pulls my dress over my head.

And that’s when he pauses.

I’m standing in my bra and underwear, heels still on my feet, and he stares at me for a few beats. He closes the gap between us and runs his hands down my sides, stopping to pause on my belly. It’s still mostly flat for now, but in a few months, it won’t be.

What will that be like?

I’m finallyexcitedto know the answer to that rather thanterrified.

He bends down to the floor and kneels before me, and he presses kisses to my stomach. It’s sweet and intimate, and I wish I knew what was going through his head. I have a feeling we’ll have lots of time to talk about it when training camp is over.

We don’t have that kind of time right now. We’re lucky we have any time at all.

He yanks my panties down my legs. I kick my heels off when he gets my panties around my ankles, and I wrestle out of my bra as he slides them the rest of the way off.

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