Chapter 10

The pile of books next to me seemed to be growing. How was that possible, when I'd been here for two hours reading through the material already? Written assignments were the least exciting part of my performing arts degree.

Groaning, I pushed my laptop away from me, folded my arms across the table, and lowered my head. Maybe I could take a quick nap. I was in a quiet corner of the library—no one would disturb me here.

My phone let out a soft chirp, and my head flew up, my thumb instantly unlocking the screen.

My hot footballer:

The nails brought us luck. We won 6-2!

Me:

I knew it! Aren't you glad I talked you into letting me paint your nails? Imagine the score if I'd painted more than 2!

My hot footballer:

2 was perfect. Wish you'd been here to see us win

Bennett's words made me warm all over. It had been three weeks since our first official date, and we'd had several more dates, and hours of calls and texts, getting to know each other on a deeper level. Everything was moving fast…but we just clicked, somehow, and it felt like he'd been in my life forever. We hadn't discussed the B word…boyfriend…but it felt like we were heading in that direction. Me with a boyfriend! Who would've thought it? Not me, that was for sure. I'd be a fool to give Bennett Archer up, though. He was the loveliest man to ever exist, in my opinion. Sexy, smart, sweet, caring, and his cock was the kind of thing that poets wrote sonnets about. Or they should, anyway.

I'd talked him into letting me paint the little finger on each hand in the LSU team colour, overlaid with sparkles, and my instincts had paid off. The LSU team had won, all thanks to my nails—or partly thanks to my nails. I'd definitely brought them some luck, at least.

Me:

Wish I'd been there. Why can't my assignments write themselves?

I added several sad and crying emojis to get my point across, and two replies came through in quick succession. The first was a GIF insinuating that I was a drama queen—ruuude. My not-yet-but-hopefully-soon-to-be-boyfriend must've been hanging out with Ander too much. But the second message made up for it.

My hot footballer:

Come and watch my match next week. I'll save you a seat at the front

Me:

I'll be there!

My hot footballer:

Can't wait. Got to go but I'll speak to you later. Let me know when you finish your assignment and I'll give you a reward

Me:

Does it involve your dick?

My hot footballer:

Maybe. You'll have to wait and see

Me:

TEASE. I guess you're giving me an incentive to finish it quickly

My hot footballer:

Speaking of teasing, your latest FBO pic was sexy as fuck

Me:

Thought I'd put your gift to good use. Who knew you could put a mini vibrator in the base of my favourite dildo?

My hot footballer:

My research paid off. I need to see the real thing though

Me:

I'll re-enact that and every scene for you in person. Also I might've filmed an extra private scene just for you

My hot footballer:

You're killing me. Forgot to say I'm on the bus with the rest of the team and you've given me the most obvious boner ever. Got to sit sideways to hide it

I laughed to myself, clapping my mouth shut when the person at the next table glared at me. Giving them an apologetic wave, I returned my attention to Bennett.

Me:

That visual gives me a boner and I'm in the library. This is a sacred place of learning, Bennett!

My hot footballer:

Payback is sweet baby. Got to go but I don't want to. Hurry up and finish your essay so I can see you. I miss you

Me:

I miss you too

Placing my phone down with a sigh, I returned to my work. At least Bennett had given me an incentive to finish as quickly as possible.

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"Right there." I stared down at Bennett, admiring the way the muscles in his arm flexed as he curled his fingers inside me. A moan fell from my throat as he brushed across my prostate, and he shot me a quick, satisfied smile. Yeah, my man had accuracy skills on the pitch and in the bedroom. In just a short time, he'd somehow discovered exactly how to push every one of my buttons, and sex with him was the most fulfilling, satisfying, amazing experience.

"Yeah? You like that?" Withdrawing his fingers, he slicked up his cock, but instead of pushing inside, he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "You're so beautiful, Nic."

A sudden rush of feelings hit me all at once, overwhelming me, and I was lost for words. Gripping the back of his neck, I held him in place, kissing him again, pouring everything I had into it.

Bennett hadn't been part of my agenda, let alone falling for him, and yet, here I was. Falling. Hard.

"Ben," I whispered, helpless, and he pressed inside, so slowly, kissing me all the while. It brought a lump to my throat and made me melt inside. This man was everything to me.

"Gonna make you feel so good," he promised, rolling us so he was on his back and he could wrap me up in his arms. "You're amazing, Nic. So fucking special. And you're mine."

Blinking away sudden tears, I held on to him with everything I had, letting him sweep me towards the edge, until I exploded in blissful oblivion, with him following me soon after.

I never wanted to leave this moment, and it scared me so much. How could one person be so perfect for me? How would I survive if he let me go?

I hoped with everything in me that it wasn't too good to be true, that I wasn't just a novelty to Bennett. Because if he wanted to give me up, it would tear me apart.