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My breathing becomes labored. A throb starts to form between my legs. I can’t spit out the lie, so I shake my head.
His finger makes a slow path between my breasts, down my stomach, and into my sleep shorts, over my panties. He cups my pussy but doesn’t slip his finger into my panties like I’m suddenly gagging for. The pressure and heat of his hand feel like they’re penetrating me. Lust coils throughout my entire body.
His lips move within a hairsbreadth of mine. I can smell his minty breath while also being cocooned in his unique Vance scent. The one that has never failed to make my heart race.
“What about now?” he commands. “I don’t need to be in the lobby for another thirty minutes. Can you think of anything we could do in that timeframe?”
My body writhes, but I still manage to breathe, “N…no.”
“Your panties are soaked, baby. I’m going to take them with me today and smell you during the game.” His grip on my pussy tightens a drop and I’m a goner. I can’t resist this man. His words and touch always get me.
I can feel him smile when I bring my lips to his before he deepens the kiss. I can’t help but moan when his tongue meetsmine. It’s so sensual. I can feel it everywhere. God, I’ve missed him this week. He had to stay with the team and was subject to all kinds of fraternization rules. A few stolen moments with kisses and touches are all we’ve been able to manage. I’m like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off.
He makes quick work of my robe, pajamas, and panties. Before I know it, I’m naked and he’s walking me backward toward the bedroom.
In a flash, I’m on my back, his mouth is around my nipple, and his fingers are inside me. In and out. I’m beyond sensitive, so starved for the love of my life.
He mumbles around my nipple, “I’ve missed you.”
“Vance,” I pant, “get the python inside me. Right now.”
And he does.
With Keithand a few extra bodyguards in tow, I make my way into the back VIP entrance of SoFi Stadium in Los Angeles, where I’m escorted to the private suite Vance and Daylen purchased for an ungodly sum of money. I can’t get over what Super Bowl tickets cost, especially suites.
Trips to the Super Bowl don’t come every year. This is the first of their career. They wanted to go all out for the big day, so that meant shelling out millions of dollars to secure a private suite for friends and family to enjoy the game. My parents, the McCaffreys, and the Humblecuts are already in there when I arrive. They’re all happily eating, drinking, and engaged in conversation.
Seconds later, Kennedy comes waddling through the door looking murderous.
I bite back my smile. “You look good.”
She narrows her eyes at me. “I look like a fucking beached whale. Ugh.”
“You’re eight months pregnant. You’re supposed to look like this.” Yep, Kennedy’s pregnant, but that’s a whole other story.
She exhales a long breath. “Don’t remind me. Eleven people touched my belly on the way in.Eleven,” she emphasizes. “It’s super weird that strangers feel as though they have the full liberty to touch a pregnant woman’s belly. Fuck that. It’s a violation. Though I guess I’d rather they touch my belly than my hand.”
“Why?” I ask.
“You know I’ve become a germophobe in my pregnancy. Think about people’s hands. Just about every hand you’ve ever touched has had a dick in it. Let that thought marinate for a few minutes.”
I spit in laughter but then consider it. “Wow, that’s sort of true. I’ll never not think of that when I shake someone’s hand.”
She nods. “Right?” She looks around and focuses her attention on all the roses and heart candies used to decorate the suite. “And it’s Valentine’s Day,” she whines in a defeated tone. “I should be at a gym, scoping out the single guys. You know it’s my favorite day to do that.”
I look at her tummy, which has truly popped in the past two months. “I don’t think you would have gotten much action.”
She looks down at her belly. “Little fucking cockblocker. That’s what I’m naming it. First name, Cock. Last name, Blocker.”
I giggle. “It has a nice ring to it.”
She smiles before looking me up and down. “Your outfit is fire. I wish I could fit into something like that.”
I had calls from at least a hundred designers wanting to dress me for this game. It was ridiculous. The last thing I was interested in was high fashion. It’s a football game. When a newer designer came up with something that incorporated Vance’s jersey into it, I couldn’t say no. And I like that me wearing it will put that new designer on the map. I’d rather help the underdog.
“I love it too.”
“You should wear it in Vegas next month. I’m so bummed I won’t get to go again this year. Last year was a blast.”
