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“Couldn’t wait until we got home to do this,” he says, kissing me until my toes curl.

I lift to my tiptoes and kiss him back, and then we’re a tangle of arms and clothes tugged down, just enough so he slides my underwear to the side and impales me. So deep, I gasp and whimper his name.

“So good,” I whisper.

“Were you ready for me all night or was it just that kiss?” he asks, thrusting hard and fast.

“I’ve been ready for you since the minute you pulled out of me this morning.”

He moans. “I love that answer.”

He picks up the tempo and I hold on for the ride as he lifts me until my legs are wrapped around his waist. His hands hold onto my hips, slamming me down, and I see stars.

“Touch yourself,” he says. “Touch yourself, Addy. I’ll take my time with you later, but I need you to come now.”

He doesn’t have to ask twice. We both groan when my fingers circle faster and faster, and we both sag into each other as we fall apart.

When our heartbeats slow, he gives me a languid kiss and places me carefully on the ground.

“I’ll see you at home, Mrs. Hudson.”

“Can’t wait, Mr. Hudson.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

THERE’S MORE

PENN

It’s been a damn good few days. The win last week was huge—clutch catch, game-sealing touchdown—the kind of play I dream about. My phone’s been blowing up with texts, media coverage, even a few new endorsement inquiries. But none of it touches the high of coming home and finding Sam curled up on the couch with Addy, the two of them trying to decide between aSpider-Manmovie or one of theJurassic Parkmovies.

My life has been full of good plays lately. It’s like…I don’t know…like the universe decided to hand me all the wins at once.

So when Coach calls me into his office after practice, I’m feeling relaxed, despite the tension still between us. I’m a little tired from the workout but still riding that post-win high even days later.

“Take a seat,” Coach says, nodding toward the chair across from his desk.

I sit, expecting a breakdown of my performance or some strategy talk about this week’s game, but he just leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers. He has a weird little smile that makes my stomach tighten.

“Been thinking about a few things,” he says, his voice deceptively casual. “The timing of things…with this marriage.”

Oh.

Oh shit.

His smile sharpens. “Yeah. The timing. Sam hanging around the facility. Cute kid. I like the guy.” He shakes his head, looking out his window as if he’s thinking fondly of Sam. But then his eyes are back on me and they’re not so friendly. “Addy’s been looking happy too.” His gaze narrows. “Almost too happy.”

My pulse kicks up. “Well…married life has been good. Honeymoon phase and all that,” I say, shrugging like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

Inside, I’m flipping the fuck out because what guy talks about the honeymoon phase with his father-in-law?

Shit, shit, shit.

Coach Evans raises an eyebrow. “That’s what I’m wondering about. See, Penn, guys don’t just get married overnight unless there’s a reason. Especially not guys like you.”

My mouth goes dry.

“You’re young. Rich. I’ve been watching you hit the party circuit the past few years and now you expect me to believe you’re signing up for the PTA and school drop-offs?”

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