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“So, fucking sweet.” I run my nose over the lace covering her. “Can I taste you?”
“No,” she says softly, teasing me as her fingers push into my head.
I smile and pull her panties aside, while my other arm wraps around her waist to pull her forward a bit. I need better access. Miraculously this gorgeous dress I bought her is now over her hips and her legs widen. She may have told me no, but did she really mean it?
My knuckle brushes against her slit, causing her to gasp. “Alex, we don’t have time.” She moans and my tongue says differently after I taste her.
“Fucking delicious.” Another lick from her center to her clit. My teeth graze her sensitive bud before putting my mouth there. “God, I fucking love this pussy.”
“She loves you too.”
“She fucking better because she’s mine.”
As much as I want to stay buried between her legs, we have an obligation. After another lick with a little tease around her hole, I put her panties back and kiss my way down her leg until I’m at her bare foot, where I help slip her heel on.
I stand and my hard-on ends up at her eye level. Kelsey licks her lips and I growl. “Later.” As much as it pains me to say that word, if I let her tug my zipper down and free my cock, we’ll miss the fundraiser and Coach will have my hide. With my contract coming up soon, the last thing I need is to give him an excuse to not renew me. Of course, if Noah leaves, I may follow, depending on Kelsey. It’s not really something we talk about because she loves her job. For all I know, I could end up staying in Portland til retirement, although I’m way too young for that.
Stepping away from her penetrating eyes, I go back to the mirror and make sure my bowtie is straight, and then I head into the bathroom. Kelsey follows and fixes her makeup even though she looks flawless. I kiss her and then rinse my mouth out even though I’d love nothing more than to keep the taste of her on my tongue, I wouldn’t want to embarrass her if someone noticed and said something. I work with a bunch of jocks, they’re crude and have no filters.
A horn honks outside and we gather our things. I drape Kelsey’s bare shoulders with a shawl and hold the door for her. The event is downtown and is a fundraiser with the Marines for Toys for Tots. We’ll likely see Maggie for the first time since Kelsey and I have gotten back together. My plan is to ignore her but if she comes up to us, I’ll be cordial. People will be watching, and I don’t need to give anyone any ammunition.
Renting a limo for the night means I can focus on my love. She sits next to me, with her knees touching mine. I hand her a flute of champagne and touch my glass to hers.
“To us,” I say.
“To us.”
By the time we get downtown, we’ve had two glasses, and she has to grip my arm for support. “Don’t let go of me,” she begs.
“Never.”
The photographers yell my name, and Kelsey freezes. I don’t know if she’ll ever get used to this or not, but she’s promised to try, and I’ve promised to make it as easy on her as possible. If at any time she doesn’t want her photo taken at an event, we can use the rear entrance. What I can’t stop are the people on the streets. She’s taken to wearing sunglasses or a hat most of the time.
I slip my arm around her and kiss her temple softly. “Are we good?” I keep my voice low so only she can hear me. One word from her and we’ll leave. She nods.
We pose, take a couple of steps, pose again, and take a few more steps. We do this until we’re safely inside the grand ballroom of the hotel.
“This place is magical,” Kelsey says. I happen to agree. Red ribbons and white lights adorn the entirety of the room. In one corner, there’s a massive Christmas tree, and in the other, a string quartet plays holiday music.
Right off, we see Peyton and Noah, and head to them. “The turnout is more than the organizers expected,” Peyton says after we exchange pleasantries.
“Everyone comes out when it’s time to help the kids at Christmas,” Kelsey adds. “My boss paid for a table as well, and we donated a ton of books to the center.”
“When does your book come out?” Noah asks me.
I shake my head and look at Kelsey. “Jonathan is playing around with a spring or summer release. He hasn’t decided yet, but it’s much sooner than planned. Originally it was going to be a year from now.”
“A tour?” I ask. “This is the first you’re mentioning it.”
“Well, I’m not your editor. Russ is. It’s his job.”
I hate that she’s not my editor, but I get it. She wanted to push as much of me aside as she could then. Russ is a great guy, but he’s not my Kelsey, who is the only reason I ever thought about writing the book to begin with.
“Will you go on this tour with me?”
Kelsey nods. “Of course.”
“What if I want to go?” Noah asks.
