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And it’s a powerful feeling as I listen to the grunts and groans that are getting him off, too—the ones that are bringinghim into the same place of bliss where he just brought me. I feel myself being taken on yet another ride as he pushes my body to intense heights it has never been before.

He picks up the intensity of his drives as he pulls closer to his release, and when he hits his peak, he shoves in still harder as he murmurs my name over and over.

Heat spreads through me as the knowledge that my body did this to him takes hold of me, that our bodies together create this frenzy and this crazy connection I never expected in a million years.

He did indeed finish what he started back in that club, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this sexually satisfied in my entire life.

And yet he keeps proving to me time and again that he can take me one step further into the land of bliss.

CHAPTER 29: Miller Banks

Don’t Forget It

What a night. It was incredible, the stuff dreams are made of. The type of night I’ll think about when we’re apart in a few months when I’m at an away game and missing the hell out of her.

I’m not sure how we got here, but I never want to leave.

I realize I have to.

I have to get home tomorrow. I have to meet with my publicist and finalize our plans for summer camp, which is only two and a half months away now. We need to start advertising it and getting the word out to fill seats. Most of the back-end work is done thanks to her team, but that doesn’t mean I don’t still have plenty of shit to do to prepare.

And we have a wedding to plan. It’s mostly Sophie making those decisions with the wedding planner, but we have invitations to send and people to notify. We need to discuss who we’re telling the truth to and who we aren’t. There are tons of things to decide and not enough hours in the day to decide them all, so I bring it up over breakfast.

“So February twentieth, huh?” I begin.

She chuckles, and then she grabs her phone. “Oh! I saw this amazing tux that would be perfect. Let me just find it.”

She opens her email, and I wish she wouldn’t have.

“What the hell is this?” she asks. It’s an article fromPage Sixforwarded to her from a friend, and she clicks a link.

A picture of the two of us from last night appears on her screen. It’s grainy, but it’s definitely us. She’s sitting on my lap, her head leaning back against my shoulder, and it’s pretty damn clear what we’re doing.

We thought we were being so sneaky. We were also a little drunk, but that’s beside the point.

The headline reads, “San Diego Storm Running Back’s Wild Night Out in Vegas.”

“Oh my God, I am completely and totally mortified,” she says, and I study the picture for a second before she flips through the slideshow. There are others of us kissing in the booth, another of her probably when I was getting her off with my fingers.

There’s one of me where my head is tipped back. I look like I’m climaxing, and it’s probably when she was rubbing me over my pants, and I actuallywascoming.

“It’s not a big deal,” I say, trying to minimize her embarrassment. “As far as the press knows, you’re my fiancée, so there’s nothing wrong with what we were doing.”

“Miller,” she says flatly. “Come on.” She lowers her voice so only I can hear her. “We were having sex in public, and someone caught it. There’s alotwrong with what we were doing.”

“Nobody saw anything. It was dark, and we were in our booth. It’s fine.”

I glance at the first few lines of the article attached to the images, though, and it’s pretty damning.

“Who would’ve taken our picture and sent it in?” she asks.

“Probably someone out to make money,” I say. Who knows who it was? It could’ve been anyone. Maybe it was that Jason dude who I declined drinks with. Maybe he was angry at the rejection, and this was his way of getting back at me. Or maybe it was just someone who recognized me and decided to make a buck from it.

“So someone took our picture in an intimate moment, and then theysoldit? Like…they profited from it?”

I shrug. “It happens all the time, and there’s not really much I can do to stop it.”

“Except, you know,nothaving public sex.”

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