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I chuckle. “Baby, someone is going to see us if you don’t be quiet.”

“Caleb, fuck, please,” she begs, squeezing her eyes shut.

“Champagne can’t even compare to the taste of your pussy,” I murmur, sliding two fingers in. She welcomes the intrusion with a loud whimper, and I stop.

She opens her eyes and looks down at me. “What the fu–” I shove her panties in her mouth to muffle the noises she makes.

“That’s to keep you quiet while I finish enjoying my meal.” I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head as I hold her tight bud captive.

Every and all thoughts I had about today’s games no longer matter. The only thing I want—that I crave—are her moans and the sweet taste of her.

Curving my fingers to hit her sweet spot, driving her crazy as I continue to feast on her.

She lets out a muffled scream as she finds her release. All her wetness leaks out and I lap at every single drop, needing to get my fill.

I pull my fingers out and rub it against her lips, her underwear long gone. “Suck,” I demand.

Her lips open, taking in my fingers. I groan at the sight of her. My dreams don’t even hold a light to the real thing.

Needing her, I strip out of my clothes and lick my lips. “Show me how my JJ likes to ride.”

Wasting no time, she climbs on top of me and kisses my chest, working her way up my neck until she finally reaches my lips.

Her eyes are hooded as she looks down at me. She moves to give us what we both want until someone clears their throat causing us to freeze. Turning towards the sound, our eyes land on a police officer.

Well, this is a worst-case scenario.

Best case? Sand in places we don’t want.

This?

My agent is going to kill me and hide my body. This is it. I’m going to be viral everywhere for getting arrested for public indecency.

I just know the team’s PR is tired.

He turns around and says, “Folks, how about you both get dressed?” Quicker than we ever have, we throw on our clothes and bundle up the blanket.

“Um, we’re covered,” JJ mutters.

The officer turns around and flashes a light at her face. She squints and tries to cover her eyes. He turns the light on me and tilts his head as he stares at me.

His jaw falls open, and he takes a step towards me. “Are you…Caleb Cross?”

I chuckle nervously. “Yes.”

“Holy shit!” he yells, causing JJ and I to flinch in surprise. “My kid and I are huge fans of the Orlando Thundercats! We watched your game earlier today.” This may be good. Actually…this may be great. Hopefully, I can wiggle our way out of a potential disaster.

“If I sign something for your kid, can we forget this ever happened?” I suggest.

He arches a brow. “And tickets to the next home game?”

JJ snorts. “I believe it’s illegal for cops to accept favors. Don’t push your luck.”

I groan.

This woman.

Her mouth knows no end.