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“Friends are the worst,” I moan.
“Especially when they know you so well,” Jess says.
“Yes, my twin,” I tease.
Jess pats my shoulder. “That’s what I’m saying, twin.”
But later, after they leave, I have to ask myself whatdoI mean.
Do my feelings for him run thatdeep? When we started working on the calendar, he was a pretty face, a delicious body, a flirt.
That was all.
He’s so much more now.
So much deeper.
Maybe it’s the two glasses of wine, or maybe it’s theJhe made on the field.
I take out my phone and send him a text.
Jillian: Hey.
Jones: Hey.
Jillian: I feel bad about something.
Jones: Don’t feel bad about trying to distract me with your hotness after the game, wearing that blouse I wanted to rip off with my teeth.
A stupidly big grin forms, but I stick to my plan.
Jillian: I would like to know how strong your teeth are. But in all seriousness, I feel bad because I know we said we were going to keep everything that happened in Miami a secret, but I told my best friend, Katie, and Jess, too.
Jillian: I’m so sorry, Jones. I feel terrible.
Jones: So terrible you’d let me spank the terrible right out of you?
I cross my ankles, laughing at his response. He’s always made me laugh. His sense of humor is one of the things I adore about him.
Jillian: I guess I’m in very big trouble, then.
Jones: So big that if you were here, I would bend you over my lap and swat that gorgeous heart-shaped ass of yours.
I turn to my side, clutching the phone as if it’s the source of all the happiness in the world—or maybe just in my world.
Jillian: I deserve it.
Jones: I would smack you on one cheek, then the other, and you’d probably tremble all over because I’m pretty sure you like to be spanked.
Jillian: Pretty sure? Don’t you know? You already spanked me. Also, you’re not annoyed?
Jones: Woman, if you didn’t tell your best friends about me, I’d have been devastated. The fact that you told them makes me weirdly, stupidly happy.
Jillian: Why?
Jones: Because it means you like me enough to tell your girlfriends. Now, please don’t interrupt my spanking fantasy again. Because I’d like to put you on all fours, bite your ass, and nibble my way down your legs. I’d nip your right ankle, then your left, then I’d lick my way up your other leg to that absolutely delicious spot between your thighs where I know you’re already wet and aching for me.
More like on fire. I wriggle around on the bed, murmuring his name.
