I watch as she holds out her hand and the man slaps the box of condoms in her palm.
I gotta give it to her, Susanna keeps her composure while accepting those condoms. I’d never know she was frazzled or embarrassed. The only thing giving her away is the pink in her cheeks.
“Thank you very much,” she tells the man as she starts to shut the door.
“Have a wonderful morning,” he tells her just as the door closes.
I need to remember to somehow give that guy a large tip for his discretion.
“Ha, we will,” I say as I exit the bathroom, grab hold of Susanna’s waist and haul her over to the bed.
Where I show her all the ways I can make her morning wonderful.
I’m exhausted. I barely got any sleep, yet I’ve never felt more alive.
“I want you to come to the game,” Cannon says yet again, after I’ve already turned him down. Twice. “Come on, Sus. Say yes.”
“Cannon. I wouldn’t understand what I’m watching. I know nothing about American football,” I protest, though that’s not the real reason I don’t want to go.
Cutting him off is smart. We had our fun, and now it’s over. Going to his game would just draw this entire situation out.
“I can explain it to you real quick,” he says, and I shake my head firmly.
“No, you really can’t. You need to take a shower and leave.” I sound like a mother, but it’s true. He has to go soon and we’ve already wasted so much time.
Not that I view my time with Cannon as a waste. It’s been magical, really. My whole body aches in places I didn’t know could hurt.
“Take a shower with me and I’ll explain it all in there,” he says, his voice, his face so hopeful, he looks like a young boy.
He’s no young boy, though. Not with the way he touched me last night and this morning. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had.
Lost. Count.
That’s just…insane.
“If we take a shower together, that will lead to other things,” I say primly, glancing down at my chest. I’m wearing one of his T-shirts—and my plan is to keep it forever—so at least I’m not completely naked. And Cannon is walking around the room in a pair of black boxer briefs and nothing else.
Leaving his chest and abs on perfect display, and I can’t stop staring.
“Come on, Susanna. I really want you there. Just say yes.” He stands at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed, biceps bulging.
“You’re being ridiculous,” I say with a sigh, my gaze straying to his biceps. I want to touch them. Feel those strong arms wrap around me again…
“I’m stubborn. It’s an important thing you should know about me. When I want something, I won’t take no for an answer.” He raises a single brow, something I wish I could do, but I’ve never been able to manage it.
He’s sooo bloody frustrating.
“I should go home,” I start, but he cuts me off.
“Yeah, you should. Go home, change into something more comfortable, and go to the game. I’ll leave your name everywhere, leave you a ticket at will call, whatever I’ve got to do to get you in there. Just please, Susanna.” He sends me puppy dog eyes, his lips formed in a cute little pout. “Come to my game.”
I roll my eyes. Make an irritated noise. “Fine.” I throw my arms into the air. “I’ll go.”
He tackles me. Throws himself onto the bed and takes me down with him. Though the entire move is gentle. He doesn’t hurt me. More like the move is protective as he cradles me in between those thick arms.
“Thank you for agreeing,” he says, his voice sincere, his gaze boring into mine. “I’m glad you’ll be there. Let’s do something together after the game, too.”
“I’m not—”