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She checked the time and went to the living room, where the large television was set. She turned the large screen on and went to find the sports channel. The pre-event stuff was underway.
Marshall chuckled. “If we are lucky, his team won’t make the playoffs.”
She wrinkled her nose. “How likely is that?”
“Not very, but we can hope. Of course, his fan group will hate you, but I believe you can manage that.”
She shrugged. “I can take ‘em.”
Marshall stroked her hair. “Yes, you probably can.”
She laughed and watched the team members’ introductions.
Marshall settled behind her and started to play with her hair. He took the top layer and tied it into a long ladder down her back. It confined her hair into a net of her own creation.
Marshall kissed her neck and whispered something in her ear.
“You have to be kidding me.”
“Nope. His coach has asked if you will do a video call before the final period. He wants to start showing him off as a dark Elite. You are the gateway.”
“Oh. Right. Because he’s going to see me and straighten up.” She smiled.
“Yes. Well, he will be aroused and won’t be able to contain himself, and he will be on national television seconds later.”
She snorted. “Does he know?”
“No. The coach asked me this morning. I said sure. You are going to be on the giant display though, so I think it is best that we find something screen-appropriate.”
She blinked. “Oh. Right. Like what?”
“His practice jersey.”
“Is it clean?”
“No.”
She looked at him. “That’s just mean.” Her sex had started relaxing and tensing with the occasional soft orgasm all day. The only stimulation she had had was the scent of Marshall everywhere around her, gradually teasing her into a receptive state.
He got the jersey, but it was sealed in a plastic bag.
“Ruby, do you know what a puck bunny is?”
“Vaguely. I am guessing it has something to do with the big socks you are holding.” She smirked. “Also, is there a version of this that would work with you in court during deliberations?”
His eyes crinkled as he grinned. “I think I have a costume judge’s robe you could slip on. What you do with the gavel is your business.”
She laughed. “Funny.”
“I thought so. Well, the condoms and spermicide are laid in. By the time he gets home, you should be well on your way, Ruby.”
“Right. So... snacks?”
Marshall helped her to her feet, and they headed into the kitchen. “There will be more food brought in throughout the afternoon. You will need a fast recovery from your heat.”
“Right. Family dinner. Oh, that is going to suck.”
He laughed. “Yes, it is.”
