Page 121 of The Score

My heart gets louder than expected, like it's done giving me time for fun. It makes noise in its vault, screaming at me that if all of this was meant to happen, moments like this were meant to happen, too. To hear Pen calling herself my wife and me not engraving it to my core is a crime.

Sorry, heart of mine. Your vault is getting welded shut until further notice.

I flood it for good measure.

Something tells me my sports psychologist would give me that tiny eyebrow rise on her face for compartmentalizing so hard. Good thing I'm still in the offseason, and I don't have to confront her and her knowing gesture outside of my own head.

I sigh and sit up. My watch tells me Pen is right to worry. Coach is going to bite my head off, and with a new GM to deal with…

I gaze at her for a moment, two. She's on her side, staring at me with sleepy eyes and a content smile on her face. My lip curls at the corner.

I indulge in a kiss on her thigh. "If I get in trouble with the team— hell, with the whole league because I needed to taste you one more time, you know what I'll say?"

"Mhh?"

I climb closer to her and drop a soft kiss on her mouth. "Worth it."

Her eyes remain closed as I get up. She sighs.

"Go back to sleep," I say. "Rest up."

"For all the things we'll be doing tonight?"

"We might need to wait a few days. Minicamp can be grueling. We'll have to see what we can get away with before your parents leave. I'll plan the rest— including the remaining list items. For now, just make sure to put all our bedding with the laundry, okay? We made a bit of a mess."

"What kind of mess? Different from what I did to your face?"

"You dripped on the duvet, Pen."

"Uhm…"

"And my cum is all over it too."

"Holy shit." She giggles.

"Bedding can wait. Go to sleep, okay?"

"To think my best friend is some sort of bossy pleasure dom," she whispers. "Bossy bottom? Nah."

I chuckle, and leave before I'm tempted to do more.