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“Well, fuckity shits on a stick. Isn’t that just great?” I grumble, thinking how tonight just went from dull, to bad, to worse.
“You, my little Kitten, have some claws hidden in that enticing package. And right now, I’m looking at the only gorgeous creature that has captured my attention tonight.’
“I think my pops woulda liked you.” This guy. One little comment and just like that, all the bumblebees land in my stomach.
Well, if lusting after one of our great nation’s professional athletes isn’t patriotic, I don’t know what is.
With the level of turned-on that I am, you’d think I was at home, watching porn, with my hand in my pants. Not sitting in a packed arena, watching fully clothed men crash into each other.
She said she was done with beer, and that the juice made it a health drink. Hard to argue with that logic.
“I will make you my girl, Kitten. I promise you that. But I’m going to take my time in doing so. I’m going to wait until you’re ready for me.” His cheek brushes against mine. Oh. My. Fuck.
And as the teams gather for a final word before the start of the game, Jackson looks up and directly into my eyes. I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. Without overthinking it, I blow him a kiss. He grins. I melt.
“Holy shit, that was hot!” Meghan shouts before she leans over to look past the other girls so she can see me. “Sorry doll, but I totally just got turned on by your man.” A lady in the row ahead of us turns around. “Me too.” Meghan high-fives her.
“Now sweetie, if you aren’t stuck to eating the same things as our big handsome boy here, I will recommend our blueberry and hazelnut waffles. They’re served with real maple syrup and a dark chocolate drizzle. Some of my regulars say they’re better than sex.” Then she winks. “But those old biddies aren’t dating Jackson Wilder.”
“You have to stop being so fucking perfect, Kitten. I’m trying to make it through this day in a civilized manner. I’m doing my best to resist the urge of throwing you over my shoulder and taking you back home. But if I’m going to succeed, you need to stop saying all the right things, making all the right sounds, and looking at me like I hung the damn moon. We have this place, then dinner, then I’m taking you home. Not a moment before. Nod if you understand what I’m saying.”
This doesn’t feel like fucking. This feels life changing. I’ve been with women before, women I really liked, even ones I thought I loved, but it’s never been like this.
If I saw pictures of her and some guy, and that guy was touching her, and they had a history of getting naked together, I’d get arrested.
