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He grabbed the other. I felt his leg pressed against mine as we sat so close to each other.

“I’m totally going to kick your ass,” I said.

“We’ll see about that.”

“Oh, I ran into Trey today.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. On campus. He said you told him I spilled what happened with him at the Med Center?”

I turned to see a grin slide onto his perfectly proportioned face.

“Was he mad?” he asked, turning his head to look at me.

“Not when I told him I didn’t tell you.”

“Now I want to know even more.”

“I bet you do,” I said, turning back to the television and hitting play. “Game on.”

“Bring it.”

We picked our teams and players, comfortably talking like we seem to do every time we are together. All the while, I kept thinking about the dark blue lace panties I had on under my sweat pants. Would he like them? Hopefully, he wouldn’t keep them on me long.

I’d even picked up a three-pack of condoms in case he didn’t bring any of his own. His reputation included the fact he always had a couple on him, but I didn’t want to take any chances. After sleeping with him, I planned to get back to my life.

Between studying and work, I had no time for messing around with a man, especially not one as high-maintenance as Austin. Nearly every other woman wanted to be with him, and the thought of keeping him entertained so he didn’t stray already exhausted me.

“Take that!” he said, twisting in his seat as he expertly used the controller.

I hoped his hands know their way around a woman just as well.

“You’re an amateur,” I said, trash talking like the best of them. “This isn’t real football.”

“You can say that again.”

“This isn’t real football,” I repeated then elbowed him lightly.

He laughed.

“You’re funny.”

“That’s not all I am,” I replied, wanting to get past the games to the main event of the evening.

He rested his hands on his legs and turned to look at me.

“Yeah?”

I nodded. He set the controller on the coffee table and turned his body to face me. The tension in the room rose as the fake crowd from the video game cheered us on.

One hand on my waist, he moved in to kiss me on the lips. I sighed as his mouth pressed against mine. His tongue slid in, dancing with mine. Damn, he was a good kisser.

While we kissed, I felt his strong hand slide under my sweatshirt. His fingers found my breasts, squeezing them. I loved the feel of his rough skin against my nipples.

I broke away, staring into his eyes.

“Let’s go to my bedroom.”


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