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We’ve taken full advantage.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve had her on the kitchen island, both sofas, the dock, and of course, in the enormous clawfoot bathtub. I think that was my favorite time of all. There’s something innately sexy about water—especially when you’re naked with someone as gorgeous as Sloane.
“Is your new motto ‘Leave no stone unturned,’ Cam?” she teases, pulling the skirt of her dress back down.
“More like ‘Leave no orgasm ungiven.’” I grin, glancing up from between her thighs and wiping my mouth on my sleeve. “You tasted better than the pancakes.”
We finished breakfast an hour ago, but the plates and silverware still litter the dining table, the stack of leftoverpancakes now cold. She giggles, pulling me up from between her legs.
“Well, you can check kitchen bench off the list.” She leans back against the cushions, cheeks rosy from the pleasure I delivered. “That was amazing.”
“They do say breakfast is the most important meal of the day.” I wink and she shakes her head, laughing.
“You’re something else, Crawford. How’s everything going with the team? I haven’t seen much of my dad, between working at the library, sneaking in girls’ nights with Gracelyn, and spending time out here with you.”
“The team’s shaping up. They look decent for pre-season. Coach gave them homework—memorize the playbook over the holiday weekend. Langley will be solid on that. Could give the kid an edge.”
“I’m sure that would make his mom happy. I know she’s pulling for him to play QB this year.”
“He’s a good kid. He can absolutely win the spot, as long as he’s on during tryouts.”
“Speaking of tryouts—have you heard anything from your agent? Any leads on a new team?” Tucking her legs up, she twirls a dark strand of hair around her finger.
The familiar squeeze of anxiety grips me in the gut. “No. I need to reach out to Troy today, before he disconnects for the long weekend. See if he has any bites.”
“I can’t believe nothing’s come up yet.”
The squeeze turns into a squash, sour bile rising at the back of my throat.
You should tell Sloane about the video. Come clean right now, no secrets.
The edges of my vision darken and my chest’s tight, like I can’t get enough oxygen. Everything’s buzzing and I’m suddenly nauseous as hot shame rolls through me.
I can’t do it.
I don’t want to hurt her and she won’t get it, won’t understand the pressure I was under at the time. How the stress of the season built up to that night and I made a bad choice.
That’s all it was. Drunken sex with fangirls, fueled by a heady cocktail of testosterone and fame.
A dumb fucking move and now I’m paying for it.
It’s better if I say nothing. Keep quiet about the incident and she’ll never find out. The two of us can move forward and leave the past where it belongs—firmly in the rearview. That sordid chapter of my life’s behind me now and the last thing I want to do is revisit it.
“Grace invited us to the town’s Fourth of July bash tomorrow. Want to go?”
“Sure. The only thing I have on the agenda is getting you naked. As long as we can still do that, I’m game.”
Her giggle floats through the kitchen, hitting me straight in the chest. She’s so sweet, so innocent.
No way can I tell her about that video.
“What did you have in mind, exactly, Cam? What’s your next move to get what you want?” She leans forward and places her elbows on the table, giving me a clear cleavage shot. Now I’m rock-fucking-hard for her.
“On second thought, I don’t think that plan can wait until tomorrow. We have—” I glance at the clock on the built-in wall oven. “Three hours before practice. That’s plenty of time for me to execute.”
Her eyebrows rise in curiosity as I offer her my hand. Taking it without hesitation, she places full trust in me and my throat tightens.
Do not hurt this girl.
