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She sputtered for a moment, then croaked, “Move in? We’ve only known each other for a week.”

I shrugged. “I miss you.”

Her face softened, and she gazed up at me with wonder and doubt.

“Don’t you like it when I wake you up in the morning?” I crooned. Her face turned pink, presumably thinking about how I’d woken her up every day with my mouth between her legs.

I loved that after all we’d done, she still blushed like a virgin. It was adorable.

“And the way I put you to sleep every night?”

One way or another, we ended up naked and tangled together after fucking or making love. Or both. Several times, I’d passed out still buried inside her. And a few too many times I’d forgotten to wear a condom. But neither of us had brought it up.

I shook my head, trying to clear away the memories since I was already swollen and hard as hell.

“I do love it.”

“Then why the trepidation, baby?”

“It’s just so fast.”

“Fast for the rest of the world? Or for us?”

Rory cocked her head to the side and studied me thoughtfully. “You have a point,” she eventually conceded. “But let me think about it a little, okay?”

“Take as long as you want, nerd,” I told her with a grin. “As long as you accept the fact that I will continue to try to convince you to see things my way.” I winked, and she laughed, sending prickles of pleasure over every nerve ending. I touched my forehead to hers and sighed, “Damn, I want you.”

She made a similar sound and muttered, “I wish we had time too, but neither of us can be late. They won’t exactly hold the coin toss for us.”

Grumbling, I gave her a quick, hard kiss, then let her go so she could gather her things.

When we arrived at the stadium, I grabbed my duffel and her backpack, slinging them both over one shoulder. She slipped her hand in mine, and I laced our fingers together as we entered the building. When we reached the spot where we needed to head in different directions, I kept going toward the press box.

“Um, Gage? The locker room is that way.”

“But the press box is this way,” I bantered. When she looked confused, I chuckled. “I’m walking you to work, nerd.”

“Oh!” Her face flushed, and she beamed a pleased smile at me.

“Stop looking at me like that, or I’ll find the next empty room to fuck you in.”

Rory’s expression made it clear she didn’t hate the idea, but then she huffed and faced forward as we stepped into an elevator. “I can’t be late,” she muttered.

I laughed and wrapped an arm around her waist, snuggling her into my side. “Maybe we should come early next time…” I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively.

Rory giggled. “How are you so rugged and so cute at the same time, geek?”

I scowled. “Cute is not an adjective that describes me, nerd. Rugged, sexy as hell, manly, geek, I’ll even cop to dork from time to time. But cute is not in my repertoire.”

“If you say so.”

The elevator doors glided open before I could respond, and when we stepped off, I nearly ran into Percy, our director of football analytics and Rory’s boss.

“Sorry,” I apologized as I sidestepped so he didn’t crash into me. It would hurt him a fuck of a lot more than me. “How are you doing, Percy?”

“Um, fine.” His head swung back and forth between me and Rory a couple of times before his gaze dropped to our joined hands.

I was surprised when his mouth turned down in a frown, and the air around him turned a little frosty. After a few seconds, he turned to Rory, effectively dismissing me. “Glad you could make it, Rory. Shall we get to work?”

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