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It’s the side I wish I could hide from her to make her want to hang onto this thing with me, but I’m not sure it’s what she really does want after all.

Chapter 50: Spencer Nash

There’s My Wife

Four Months After the Wedding

The sex on Friday night was slow and steady—and amazing. We had light practice yesterday ahead of today’s game, so I was able to give her a little more action last night, and hopefully tonight after a win, I’ll be ready to celebrate.

Preseason games don’t really matter, but we’re competitors at heart. I don’t want to fuck up my debut on a new team, so I’m laser-focused on playing today. And Grace seemed to understand that.

I gave her the rundown of when to take the Uber from my place and where to go once she gets to the stadium. She said she’s too nervous to watch from my private suite, potentially with members of her favorite band, so she bought her own ticket to the game.

She gave me her section and row number, and I can’t wait to look for her in the stands.

In fact, as soon as I get out onto the field for warm-ups, I take a lap around the field and look for the section Grace is sitting in.

And I spot her immediately.

She’s wearing a black jersey with a silver number seventeen on it.

It feels like something snaps inside me.

That’s my wife.

The thought immediately races through my mind when I spot her. She’s grinning and waving wildly, and I raise a hand to wave back to her. And then I bring my hand to a rest over my heart.

It’s my silent way of sending love up to the stands, and it suddenly feels like tonight should be the night I finally say the words.

Except…she leaves tonight. She has to get back to the vineyard, and I don’t want her to go.

I want her to stay here with me.

I force my focus back to the game, something I’m admittedly pretty good at doing. I focus on each stretch as I warm up, and before I know it, the game is starting.

I play for almost the entire first quarter, and the defender covering me isn’t letting up. I try out all my new moves to get away from him, but it’s tight coverage. I’m able to break away for one good catch toward the end of the quarter, and Coach pulls me out when the second quarter begins.

The good news is it means he wants to keep me healthy to start me during the season. The bad news is it also means I don’t get to play for the rest of the game.

Grace is waiting for me in the family area outside our locker room after my first victory with my new team. I’m freshly showered and ready to take her back to my place for a couple hours before she catches the last flight out tonight, and the moment I spot her, my heart warms in my chest.

She’s smiling as I stride across the room toward her. “I’m so proud of you. You were amazing!” she says, and I drop my lips to hers.

“I love you,” I say.

She gasps as she pulls back and looks into my eyes. She searches them for a beat, and when she seems to find what she’s looking for, she says, “I love you, too. This whole thing…I don’t think it was ever fake for me, Spencer.”

Hearing those words out of her mouth does something to me. She’s not just my wife in name only anymore.

Those words signify that she’s mine.

And I plan to take care of what’s mine…starting with giving her the kind of pleasure she’s never felt before the second I get her home.

We walk hand-in-hand out to my car, and there aren’t any paparazzi down in the player parking lot because they aren’t allowed down here. There aren’t any in my parking garage at the apartment complex, either, and we take the elevator up to my penthouse without anyone shoving any cameras in our faces or asking misleading questions to plant doubt in the other’s mind.

The second the front door shuts behind me, I lock it, and then I’m on her. My mouth slams down to hers, and she reacts with a surprised gasp as the urgency I feel wraps around her, too. I shove my hips against hers, and as I kiss her, I walk her backwards toward the guest room.

I’d take her to my room, but I have a king-size bed in there, and my plan requires the smaller queen with the four posts in the corners. I brought my supplies over a few nights ago as I anticipated what I wanted to do with her in all the rooms of my apartment this weekend, and since I didn’t have a hard practice today and didn’t play much of the game, my body is recovered enough to have the kind of sex I’ve been craving with her.

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