“Yes, baby, goddamn. Your mouth feels so good.” He dug his hand into my hair, pulling my pony as he rocked his hips. “Take me deeper.”
I did, and he groaned louder. Thank god my office wasn’t near anyone else’s so no one would hear us.
I wanted him to know how I felt, that this was real and deep and I was completely obsessed with him. I gripped his base and took him even deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat as his thighs trembled around me. I moaned, the vibration adding an extra layer, and he tightened his hold on my hair as he came. “Yes, Sloane, fuck me, yes!”
My knees burned, and my eyes watered, but I let him come down my throat, and I swallowed it all. It tasted salty, and I was proud I brought him this pleasure.
Once he stilled, he immediately frowned and grabbed me. “Are you okay? Do you hurt?”
“No.” I smiled, completely melting for him. “That was hot.”
He barked out a laugh and pulled me onto his lap, his eyes tender. “I actually didn’t come in here to do that, believe it or not. But then you sat there looking so hot and perfect, and I couldn’t stop myself.”
I giggled and rested my head on his shoulder. “You don’t hear me complaining.”
“I planned a dinner date for us tonight.” He ran his thumb over my jaw, earlobe, then mouth. “It’s an hour out of town. There’s a little bed and breakfast nearby too where we can crash. I play again Sunday, and I just… want the next twelve hours with just you. No Rampage. No football. You and me.”
“Oliver,” I said, my voice a little watery.
“Was that a ‘yes, I love you, Oliver, and this is an amazing idea’ or ‘Oliver, what the fuck were you thinking?’ I’m still learning the different ways you say my name.”
“How are you so charming all the time? It’s obnoxious.” I flicked his nose before kissing him. “I love it. I’m so in. Do we leave now?”
“Yup. Let’s drop by our places and grab a bag. Then, it’s you and me.”
Seriously. Why had I fought this so much? Oliver James was my dream guy. I had my dream job and my dream guy… I had to get through the season and figure out what happened next because I wasn’t sure I could survive losing either one of them.
He was already awakewhen I opened my eyes. It was game day. Sunday.
The morning light hadn’t made it past the blackout curtains yet, but I could tell from the stillness that he hadn’t slept much. His arm was draped around my waist. His thumb moved slowly across the fabric of my tank top, back and forth in comforting circles.
I didn’t move. I let myself lie there, watching his chest rise and fall. He looked calm. He looked strong. But his heart rate was faster than usual. Not alarming. Not flagged. Just off.
“You’re awake,” he said, voice low and steady.
“Barely.”
He leaned in and kissed my temple. His lips lingered for a second longer than usual.
“It’s game day,” he said.
I nodded, but I didn’t smile. My stomach was a tangle of knots. After our date night, things between us were more serious. Deeper. The fear I had about him hurting himself doubled in size…almost took the air from my lungs when I thought about him going onto the field. But I couldn’t say any of that.
He sat up slowly, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His body moved like it always did—controlled, powerful—but I noticed the small things. The way he paused to press a hand tohis chest after standing. The way his breath caught once before he exhaled.
“How are you feeling today?” I asked, keeping my tone neutral. He was completely cleared after monitoring. William and Mac felt good about him going on. Ivy was the only one who hesitated, but she was overruled. His numbers looked good. He looked good. The trial medication was doing its job. Yet, my stomach ached as I watched him.
“I’m ready.” He grinned at me, wiggling his eyebrows. “I missed playing. I never had to sit out two weeks before, and I’m surprised how much I miss it. I’m ready to go out there, baby. Don’t look at me with those sad, beautiful eyes.”
“I just want you okay.” I hated myself for showing weakness, I hung my head, and he was right there, tilting my chin up.
“I’m strong. We have a plan, and honestly? I’ve been sleeping better with you around. So if anything, you’re the reason I’m healthier. Plus, maybe a little credit to the medication.”
He kissed my temple before his eyes brightened. “Also, I talked to Rachel this morning. She’s coming to the game to watch. I… I want her to meet you.”
I turned around slowly. “Oliver, that’s awesome. Wow. You must be so excited.”
“She landed last night,” he continued. “Didn’t want to say anything until I was sure I was playing.”
