Page 48 of Hello Quarterback

I leaned closer to him. So close, a tilt of my head would bring our lips together.

“Please,” he whispered. But it didn’t matter what he was asking for because he answered his plea by drawing me to his hard body and kissing me like I’d never been kissed before.

Desperately.

Hungrily.

Like no amount of my touch would ever be enough.

Breathless, I broke apart from his embrace, staring at him.

“Shit, Mia, I’m sorry, I?—”

But before he could finish his sentence, let me know what he was sorry for, I kissed him back, taking exactly what I wanted from him, feeling his strong hands grip my hips bringing me closer to him.

I straddled his lap in the back of the limo, grinding against him while he kissed my neck, my exposed collarbone. His erection strained against his pants, tempting and taunting in equal measure.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

And I knew what he meant. I wanted more of him.Allof him. “Give in,” I breathed.

In response, he guided me down, laying me on my back on the long limo seat, and began unbuttoning my pants. I lifted my hips, wanting to see how he would feel when he lost control. He ripped off my pants, pulling them down until he brought his mouth to my clit, eating me out like a man possessed.

I gripped at his hair, writhing on the seat beneath him.

“Ford,” I moaned.

He responded with a growl of his own that had me pushing close to the edge.

“Ford!”

He lapped at me harder, inserting a finger, then two, inside me, filling me up and then curling the pads of his fingers toward himself.

The unexpectedness of it urged on my orgasm, and I cried out as my walls crashed around his fingers. He didn’t give up, licking and sucking until every last wave had pulsed through my body and left me liquid under his touch.

My breath came out as tired pants as I lifted myself up to stare at him. He tugged his polo free to clean his face, then looked at me with heat in his eyes.

Only then did I realize the limo had stopped moving.

Wordlessly, he handed me my thong, my pants. But I put on the pants without my underwear. I handed the lacy material back to him.

He stared at them in awe as I went to the door of the limo. I stepped outside before saying, “To remind you how good it feels to lose control.”

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FORD

I packedmy bag for an out-of-town game and opened the drawer on my nightstand, seeing Mia’s lingerie inside.

We hadn’t spoken in the week since the team dinner. I think we both needed to think about what this meant. But I’d also thought of her every night while I fucked myself, her underwear in my hand. Her taste was so fresh on my memory it was like she was a ghost, haunting me every waking second.

And this sexual tension building up inside me? I’d never played harder, lifted heavier, or ran faster just to burn off some of the energy coiled within me, begging for yet another taste of her.

I wanted more. But how could I ask for it without breaking our arrangement?

I was allowed to lose control for the night.

But the thing about self-control was once you gave it up, it was impossible to get back.

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