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“You are. You sit here and try to rationalize how much I want you into something else. Because how is it possible that one guy could want a girl so fucking much? I mean, I’m about to fail history, Magnolia, put my football career on the line.”

“You wouldn’t completely fail just to date me.”

“I would to get your attention.”

“That’s stupid.”

“See, I need tutoring.”

“Oh…shit.” I smile against her skin at her sudden quiet outburst of pleasure, feeling her slightly shake under me.

“Are you close? Can I feel you for real? You might not let me do this again, and I want to see how drenched you are for me.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea—”

“Maybe you should make more bad ones.”

“I did,” she retorts. “I volunteered to watch you guys practice.”

That actually surprises me. “You did?”

“You railed Josh McTunner. A little too hard. I thought quarterbacks weren’t supposed to tackle.”

They’re definitely not, but he pissed me the fuck off and needed to learn a thorough lesson.

“Why were you there?” I hedge again because if her answer is anything of what I’m thinking, it’s over. This whole avoiding me shit is done.

“Because I was the only one who knows shit about football,” she imparts gravelly.

“And?”

“Because I…I like to watch you play.”

My heart skips in my chest at her admission and it’s stamped within our timeline that she’s mine. She will always fucking be mine to take care of, cherish, and love.

“Do you know why I hit Josh?” I profess, coming back to her clit.

“No.”

“Because he said he was gonna do exactly what I’m doing right now and spread you open for him. That he was going to fuck you and brag about it. That he was going to take your sweet cunt and taint it.”

She tsks as though she’s not surprised. “He’s a fucking asshole.”

“And he has a pair of bruised ribs for that shit.”

“You don’t have to save me, Asher.”

Yes, I do. I do and I will.

“I want to.” I sink my teeth into her skin but force myself to stop there. “Because you are a queen, Magnolia, and I’m going to put my name on you one day.”

“Asher…”

“Keep saying my name,” I order, my hips thrusting into nothing but the edge of the countertop. My dick strains against the confines of my jeans and it desperately wants to be buried inside the woman in front of me.

Closing my eyes, I revel at this moment and all the things I could do to her. How I love listening to her shallow breathes, and the sharp exhales through her lips.

Then I feel the pressure of her hand on my hard cock, and I practically jump from my skin because it was the last thing I ever thought Magnolia Burrows would ever do to me.

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