I had to find another way.

“I’ll see you before the game, Blakefield.”

“See you then.” I left the man going over his new plays while the games blared on the TVs.

I didn’t like wearing the sling. It made me look weak. It made me look like I was injured and I hated that. When I took it off last night, I forgot about the pain. Seeing Lennon’s body. Hearing her moan. Watching her rock into me with total abandon was the best medicine I could get. But right now, it hurt like hell. I was considering taking a few of the pain pills she had prescribed.

I turned my keys in the apartment door. She was standing in her black dress.

“Leaving so soon?” I asked.

“Well, I didn’t know how long your meeting was going to be, and it’s not like we talked about plans. One-time deal, right?” She seemed nervous. She kept looking away.

“It didn’t take that long.” I closed the door behind me. “Trying to figure out the plays for the Monday night game.”

“Oh.”

I walked toward her. Just being this close to her made me want to rip that black dress off

her again. She was under my skin. I couldn’t remember the last time a woman made me react like this.

“Why don’t you stick around?” I winked. “We could watch the games. Order some food.”

“Oh, I don’t really watch football.” She shook her head.

“Well then, this is your lucky day, Doc.” I took her by the hand and led her to the couch. I sat her next to me and reached for the remote.

“What are you doing?”

“You are getting ready to get a lesson in football from the most elite quarterback in the American Football Association.” I grinned at her, flipping through, looking for the Cyclones’ game.

“Wes…” She hesitated, twisting her lip under her teeth. It was enough to make my cock strain against my jeans. Those lips were sexy as hell.

“It’s Sunday. That means football.” I eyed her.

“For you, it means football. For me, it means I should go home. We said this was only one night. Last night.”

“Wasn’t last night fun?”

I saw her instantly blush. “Yeah. It was amazing.”

“Then stay.” I turned up the volume. The first quarter was just starting.

She looked down at her dress. “I didn’t bring a change of clothes. I think I should just call a cab.” She laughed lightly. “I thought I was past doing the walk of shame.”

“Hold on.” I hopped up from the couch and returned with a pair of boxers and one of my jerseys. I held it toward her.

“This?”

I nodded. “Try it on.”

She grabbed the ensemble and walked into the bedroom. A few minutes later, she returned, wearing my jersey and a pair of boxers with the Wranglers logo on them. My heart almost beat out of my chest. The skimpy black dress had nothing on this. She was fucking hot as hell in my clothes.

She sat next to me. “This looks ridiculous.”

I stared at her, trying to keep my cool. Trying to remind myself who the fuck I was. “It’s hot, Lennon. You’re the sexiest woman I think I’ve ever laid eyes on.” The lines kept rolling off my tongue like I was some damn love-struck teenager.

“There’s nothing ridiculous about how you look right now.”

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