Unloading on her family won’t help.
“You’re an elite gymnast.” I don’t know the odds of reaching that level, but I know it’s a long shot for anyone. “That’s pretty fucking impressive in its own right.”
“It is, but like I said, we all have our own stuff to deal with.” She squeezes my fingers, the corner of her mouth twitching. “Which is probably why I internalized your blow off freshman year instead of accepting that you were a playboy douche and moving on.”
I shake my head. “Such a smartass.”
“You like it.” She sticks her tongue out and yeah, I really do. “Anyway, college gymnastics is a better fit for me, so maybe things worked out for the best. I love being on a team and working together toward our shared goals instead of feeling like we’re constantly being pitted against one another.” She tosses her hair over her shoulder. “Plus, after I land Mac’s internship, I’ve got a bright future in sports broadcasting.”
“You really can’t help yourself, can you?” I drag her chair closer and draw her in for a kiss, finding her mouth hot and ready.
Like maybe she’s also thinking about all the orgasms I could give her in this private room.
Sutton angles her head and I deepen the kiss, my tongue gliding along hers in steady, teasing strokes as I lose myself in the now familiar taste of strawberry lip gloss. Still, it’s not enough.
Not even close.
I need more. Need to feel the warmth of her body against mine. To feel her soft curves and muscular thighs. I hook my hands under her ass and pull her onto my lap. She melts against me, breasts pressed to my chest as she slides her hands under my t-shirt, nails raking over my abs and sending a shiver of desire straight to my balls.
Much better.
She rolls her hips and my cock stiffens, ready for action.
It doesn’t get any better than this.
A phone buzzes on the table and Sutton freezes.
“Ignore it,” I say, breathing the words onto her lips.
Whoever it is can wait.
“It might be important.”
“As important as the orgasm I’m going to give you on this table?”
She hesitates, then grabs her phone. “It’ll just take a second.”
The fuck? I’m going to need to step up my game.
“Dios mío.” Sutton’s eyes go round. “Brooke just got another NIL offer.”
“As in, she’s got more than one?”
“United G contacted her a few weeks ago about endorsing their leotards, but they’re still working out the details. I guess Pinnacle is interested now, too.”
Damn. It must be nice to be in such high demand. “Good for her.”
“No kidding.” She taps out a quick reply on her phone before sliding it back onto the table. “Brooke’s worked her ass off to get an NIL deal. Building a massive online following is a lot of work for an athlete who’s not in a high-profile sport like football.”
“I wouldn’t know.”
Her brows shoot up. “None of your roommates have deals?”
The look of disbelief on her face is adorable. “Reid’s too focused on the game to worry about that shit, and he’ll make millions on his first NFL contract. Cooper’s dad is a politician, and he hates being in the public eye, so I don’t think he’d be too keen on becoming a spokesperson or whatever.”
“What about you?”
“I’d take an NIL deal in a heartbeat.” I massage her thighs, thumbs working small circles into the tense muscles. “I’ve spent my last three summers on construction sites. It’s hard, strenuous work and if someone offered me an easier option, I’d gladly accept, but I’m not big enough in the sport.”
