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With her no longer taking up precious space on my lap, Raeann takes full advantage and straddles me. “What do you think Dr. Franks would diagnose me with if I told her I kind of liked it? Especially the fact that you showed up here tonight…freaking out.”

“I wasn’t freaking out,” I tell her, working my hands up her back. “I was just coming to lock you in a room if I had to.”

“I heard you football players do stuff like that.”

I narrow my gaze at her, and she shrugs. “Wives and girlfriends talk.”

If I had to guess, I’d bet money on Tipper. Dude’s crazy.

Raeann finds my cock jutting against my practice shorts and starts to work herself over me.

“You’re finding another therapist.”

“Right away,” she answers, voice straining from the friction.

“Maybe next time don’t talk about us.”

“Scared?”

“Fucking terrified you’ll come to your senses one day.”

“I can’t think of anything right now except your dick.”

“How long do you think Tab will be?”

“Girl’s no cockblocker. She’s not coming back in here until I text her.”

“Smart woman.”

I squeeze Raeann’s ass, pulling her into me. Everything becomes a blur after that. Kisses and touches. Clothes flying everywhere. Moans filling the room until she sits on my cock and we fuck each other like we can possess the other.

She traces her finger along the tattoo I had done for her when she gets closer, slowing the pace. Every torturous gasp that rips out of her makes my balls cinch up even more.

“Micah?”

This time when she says my name, it’s different. It’s not said in the throes of passion but of reaching out to me.

I lift my mouth from her nipple. Her movements stutter, and she grinds down with more force.

“What is it, baby?”

“I love you,” she squeaks out, then she comes so hard I put my hand over her mouth in case the walls of this place are thin. This is all for me. Her orgasm. Her words. Raeann herself is all for me.

Her words tumble over in my head until I’m pistoning into her, rhythmically, pointedly. Showing her how I feel before I grip her hips and hold her in place. “I love you,” I grunt, my cock exploding, filling her deep.

She gives a short cry. Her pussy spasms around me again, milking my length for everything it has to give.

No one is taking this from me.

No one.

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Raeann

My phone buzzes, and I check the Wildcat Women group chat. A smile comes to my face. It’s all the ladies wishing me luck on today’s television interview withWake Up, Nashville, their morning program.

Tab chats excitedly next to me while a makeup person powders her face. She’s a natural. After the few appearances I’ve done, I still feel a bit out of place, like I’m not meant to be here.

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