Page 27 of The Game

Her tongue flicks over her bottom lip, and she nods. “Sure.”

I’ve never wanted someone as much as I do her. I’ve never considered putting a relationship before my career. Being a professional football player takes dedication and hours of preparation. However, for Dani, I’m beginning to want it all.

On the dance floor, she settles into my embrace. Our bodies mold together as the music, and other couples weave around us.

“Did you mean what you said earlier to your mom?”

I cup the back of her head. “Yes, I do. Dani, I like you and would love to date you. I don’t know if I can be a good boyfriend during the football season, because my schedule is crazy. But I also can’t lose the opportunity to spend time with you or ask you to wait for me.”

Her fingers rest

on my chest as we sway together. The sound of the slow song fills the space around us, and her thighs brush against mine, causing my cock to ache.

“I’ll wait,” she says.

Warmth spreads through me. “I can’t.” I pull her closer and place my lips on hers. Kissing her in the parking lot was safe from prying eyes. Well, mostly.

Now, we’re standing in front of a crowd of five hundred plus people, so word will carry faster than an uncontained virus.

Her fingers slice through the hairs at the base of my neck, and I stifle a groan. God, I want her. All of her.

I press my fingers into the fabric of her dress. Her heat surrounds me and fills parts of me I’ve ignored for years. I’ve spent so long being obsessed with my career, a part of me has been missing – my connection with other people.

Have I been waiting for her? My head spins as the strobe lights above us flash, and I take in the scent of her perfume. The citrus and vanilla are intoxicating.

I tilt my head and stroke my tongue along with the seam of her lips. When she opens them to allow me inside, I grind my erection into her belly.

Thank God the lighting is low, and the flashes of illumination don’t display my growing desire for her, because, at this point, it’s obvious. I probably can’t walk across the floor without knocking someone out.

Her knee brushes against my aching balls, and I nearly groan in desperation. Holy shit. I’ve got to slow down before I make an ass out of myself.

My mouth travels along her jawline until I reach her ear. “You’ve got to stop that.”

“What?” She grins innocently at me, slides her hands inside my suit jacket, and arches her belly against my throbbing dick.

“You know what,” I growl and try to move away from her touch, but she doesn’t relent.

“I owe you for the car.”

“No, you don’t.” I inhale and try to steady my erratic breathing. My heart pounds against my ribs.

“Yes, I do.” She stares with a serious expression. Her fingers drag down my back. The pressure from her fingernails, causes my entire body to shudder in response.

She continues to slide one hand around my front and reaches between us to stroke my shaft. Motherfucker. I grab her hand and pull it away from my cock. “If we don’t stop or leave right now, I’m going to explode.”

She leans forward and raises on her tiptoes. “Find us somewhere private. I want to taste your – “

“Stop,” I groan. This woman may be more than I can take, but God, I’m going to love trying to handle her.

Her eyes blaze under the lights. “Somewhere. Now.”

“Fine.” Lord, this is crazy, but I’m not about to deny her. We could wait until we get up to the suite, but it’s apparent waiting is not in her vocabulary.

I lead her out of the dancehall and down a corridor. “Our room is in the building.”

“What fun is that?” She giggles.

“What happened to my sweet and innocent, Dani?” I glance at her as we speed walk through the lobby.

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