“You amaze me every day, Cami Addison .”
She looked into his eyes. “And you amaze me.” She held up her new engagement ring. “So I think we can tell people at the Snow Ball about this, right ?”
He laughed. “Who do you want to tell first ?”
She considered it for a second as they walked closer to the converted ballroom. From the sidewalk it looked like something out of a movie. The great chandelier sparkled in the candlelight. All their friends were dancing. The band was playing .
She slid her arms around his neck. “Maybe I’ll just tell everyone during my set. I’ll sneak it in between Jingle Bells and Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas .”
He eyed her. “You wouldn’t .”
She laughed. “Or would I ?”
“Come here.” He pulled her against his chest. The snow drifted down around them. “Before we go inside. One last thing .”
“What’s that ?”
He dipped her in his arms and kissed her. There was one thing they were both sure of. This would be a Christmas they would never forget .
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Thank you so much for reading Sweet Satisfaction! I hope you enjoyed this holiday romance. As a special treat, I’ve added a few bonus books for you .
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Violet
Sidelined
One
Sam
I t was the game that popped the cherry on the season. Monday night football. The night. The one that gave millions a taste of what they had been waiting for all summer. And we were headed to Austin to play the fucking Warriors .
I got it. I knew that the schedules were arranged ahead of time. But we were Super Bowl champions. The Wranglers shouldn’t be in Austin for this game. They should have come to us. The hatred between our two teams was palpable and an overnight trip into Warrior territory was an insult to what we had accomplished .
I sat next to Stubbs on the plane. He kept his earbuds in for the twenty-minute flight from San Antonio .
I tried to stretch my legs, but even on the Wranglers’ private jet there wasn’t enough leg room. At six-five, airplanes were uncomfortable as shit. At least I wasn’t in the back with the linemen. Those guys had nowhere to go. I shifted again, banging my knee into the tray table .
“Damn it,” I muttered .
The flight attendant stepped forward in the aisle, handing out bottles of water. Coach Howell had given strict instructions that we weren’t supposed to drink the night before the game. He couldn’t regulate everything we did, but he sure as hell tried .
I wouldn’t have been surprised if he had told the flight crew to only stock water on this flight .
I smiled at the brunette as I took the bottle from her .
“Do you need anything else?” she asked .
“I think I’m good, darlin’.” I twisted off the cap and took a sip .
The season started tomorrow night and even though it was only my second year with the team, I had a strict policy once the first snap was taken. No women .
I’d made that mistake in college and it messed with my head. I didn’t broadcast it. I didn’t discuss it, but she had done a number on me and almost cost me my senior season. She could have ruined my chances in the pros. I’d never make that mistake again. I had a million-dollar contract, and no woman, no matter how great she fucked, was worth losing that .
I was the highest-rated tight end in the American Football Association. I had a Super Bowl ring and my agent had recently finalized a bonus contract for this season. I couldn’t let some pretty girl get in my head. Wasn’t happening. There was a prize for me come February worth about two million dollars .