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He kissed my wrist and pulled me into his arms.
 

“I only untied you because you already said yes, you know.”

“I know.”

“It doesn’t mean I’m not going to tie you up again. So don’t get too comfy.”

I smacked his shoulder and he laughed.

“Room service. Now.”

“Yes m’am.”

I threw a pillow at him and got up, pulling on my robe. He pouted but I didn’t care. I just wanted to eat.

Ten minutes later I was speed eating a veggie burger while he devoured his roasted chicken. Scratch that. He devoured two.
 

It wouldn’t be easy feeding a big man like him I realized.

I froze, a french fry half way to my mouth.

I was already thinking about the practicalities. Like it was a fact.

Me. Him. Forever.

“Did you mean it James?”

He lifted his head from his food.
 

“That I’m going to tie you up again? Hell yes.”

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

He wiped his hands off and reached for me, pushing the rolling table aside. Before I could blink I was cradled on his lap. He brushed my hair over my shoulders.

“I’m keeping you. Is that what you are asking?”

I nodded, suddenly feeling very shy.

“You are coming with me to Miami. Starting fresh.”

I opened my mouth and stared at him.

“I took the job. With one provision. That they get your credits transferred to the University of Miami.”

Now my jaw was wide open. He’d done all that? For me?

Maybe he did really love me after all.

“Alright?”

I snuggled into his chest. His arms tightened around me.

“Alright.”

Chapter Twenty Two

James

It was a beautiful fucking day in Miami.

I stood on the balcony of my new condo.

Not mine.

Ours.

It had three bedrooms, two baths, a huge kitchen and a view of the bay.

I’d put Deanie on the deed. She didn’t know it yet though. I was going to surprise her.

And that wasn’t the only surprise I had in store for my girl…

I was going to do everything and anything I could do to make her feel safe and loved. She already knew I wanted her. Now she was going to know how much more it was than that.

“Are you ready?”

I turned and my breath caught in my throat. I couldn’t even speak for a minute. She looked like a super model. She was dressed to the nines. Her hair was blown out. She’d even put on a little bit of makeup.

It had only been two weeks since we got here but so much had changed.

Nadine had changed. She was relaxing. Slowly, but I could see it. Feel it, just from being around her.

And I loved it.

I’d taken her shopping. For furniture. Clothes. Everything.

She’d let me dress her like a little doll. Sexy, silky dresses, tight jeans, lingerie, bikini’s, high heels.

At the moment I was paying the price for it.

We were supposed to go to lunch at the club house. Another perk of being on the team was membership to a number of places, including one of the social clubs down by the water. They just sent this shit to my house.

Boom, you’re a member.

Invited. Accepted. Celebrated.

Just for doing what I would have done anyway.

Playing ball.

Nadine was wearing a black bikini with a sheer black kimono style cover up. Her pretty little feet were wrapped in high heel sandals that wrapped up her slender calves.

She was tan, her skin lightly oiled.

She was glowing.

She was fucking perfect.

I swallowed and shook my head.

“No.”

She frowned at me, looking confused.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

I pulled her against me.

“I mean, I can think of better things to do.”

“James!”

She squealed as I scooped her up into my arms.

“What are you doing?”

“What do you think I’m doing?”

I carried her into the bedroom and lowered her onto the bed.

“James… we said we’d be there.”

“They can wait.”

She sighed as I eased my body on top of hers.

“You can’t insist on dressing me up and do this every time!”

She had a point. I was having a hard time adjusting to her new wardrobe, even though I’d picked it all out. Or maybe it was
because
I’d picked it all out… Either way, it was going to take time for me to get used to it.

My cock probably never would.

I unwrapped the bikini strings and pulled them loose, kissing and stroking her as I went. She sighed contentedly. I knew how to make my kitty purr.

“I’ll make you a deal.”

She smiled at me, clearly not minding that I was making us late.

“You can leave your shoes on.”

I didn’t waste time, heading straight down her body until I was between her thighs, face to face with her sweet little box. My cock bobbed against my stomach and I pulled my swim shorts off, reaching down to tug on the tip. I went to town on her, thrusting my tongue inside her to make sure she was ready.

Hmmmfff…. She was slick and dewy inside. Her sweet and salty taste coating my tongue. I growled and positioned my cock at her entrance.

I couldn’t wait another minute.

Pressing forward in one long stroke, I was embedded inside her minutes from seeing her on the balcony.

I was going to like living with my woman.

I was going to like it a lot.

She was writhing beneath me as I rode her. Neither of us held back. She was making those wild little sounds she made just before she came. I felt her bearing down on me and I groaned, my cum spurting deep inside her.

Every time I came with her felt stronger than the last time.

I bucked my hips wildly as I unloaded into her womb. I felt an overwhelming desire to make a baby with her. I wanted to do everything with her.

We collapsed on the bed, both of us spent. I pulled her against me and kissed her softly. My hands found her bottom and squeezed. She felt so good in my hands. I never wanted to let go.

“Uh oh.”

I smiled at her, raising an eyebrow.

“What?”

She looked up at me and then down between our bodies.

I was getting hard again.

Nadine

I sat gingerly on the lounge chair, smiling at some of the other players and their girlfriends and wives. It was a strange, glittering world of excess I’d stepped into. I wasn’t sure I liked it yet.

But James said we could do what we wanted. We didn’t need to buy into it. We didn’t need to hire a maid or get a limo.

We could be more than comfortable without all that.

As long as I didn’t mind wearing the expensive clothes he picked out for me.

That he had been quite insistent about.

I smiled, staring at the glittering emerald bracelet he’d given me before leaving the house. We’d been more than a little late. He’d taken me twice before letting me clean up and put my bikini back on. I didn’t mind though.

The second time he’d let me be on top.

Then he’d surprised me with a jewelry box. A matching set of emerald earrings, bracelet and necklace. It was extravagant to say the least.

I’d been so touched, so overwhelmed that I hadn’t even thanked him until we were halfway to the club.

He’d just smiled and told me to thank him later.

I knew exactly what he meant by that. It was funny, the way he could still make me blush.

James came over, carrying a drink for me. He watched me like a hawk, refusing to let me get my own drinks or lift a finger. He handed me a fruity cocktail and I took a sip.

“Thank you.”

He grinned at me and opened his mouth.

“I know, I know, I can thank you later right?”

He winked at me and fell into easy conversation with the other couples surrounding us. A few of the players had brought their families. Little kids were running around.

It was nice.

Everyone had opened us with open arms. It was more than I’d expected. I’d thought I’d be relegated to the side lines. Alone. Bored until school started.

Instead I’d been busy. I’d set up the apartment with James’s approval. He’d even insisted that I set up a corner of the office with art supplies.

I hadn’t even realized that he knew I liked to draw, or that I was any good at it. He’d even talked me into looking into design school instead of getting a regular degree. I was seriously considering it.

His mom was in the sister condo next door. I met her down by the pool almost every day for lunch. Some women might have minded, but I loved Mrs. Fitzgerald. Way more than I loved my own mother.

Not that that was saying much.

I watched as people came and went. So many eyes were on us at all times at these events. It was strange. I was getting lots of attention myself, but it was James who was the star of the show.

Women openly flirted with him in front of me. I didn’t really care. I knew he was too exhausted to do a damn thing about it.

I’d just have to keep him satisfied. And drained. That shouldn’t be too hard.

Even now, he was constantly touching me. Wanting to be close to me.

I smiled and sipped my drink.

Life was good.

For the first time ever, it was really and truly good.

Chapter Twenty Three

James

The music was pounding as a girl in a slinky dress refreshed our drinks. Bottle service in Miami was very, very different than going out with the team back home.

This was a whole other level.

There were more scantily clad women than there had ever been in the strip club. They were everywhere. All different kinds. I barely even noticed.

My teammates on the other hand were all over that shit.

I checked my phone again and Bronx, the linebacker from New York laughed at me.

“Man, you pussy whipped!”

I shrugged. So what if I was?

“She’s supposed to be here by now.”

“You invited your girl? Man, she will never let you out of her sight once she sees all these chicks on your joint.”

“She’s not like that.”

“Whatever man.”

He leaned back and with in a minute there were two girls cuddling up to him. I waved another girl off when she tried to sit with me.

“Seats taken.”

She pouted and wandered off to find a more willing victim. I shook my head. The women here were like piranhas.

My phone vibrated in my hand.

Be there in ten.

I smiled, eager to see Nadine in the outfit I’d picked out for her. She’d been at the University, checking out the design department. A change in majors would mean an extra semester but that was fine.

We had the time.

And we sure as shit had the money.

I’d left the ensemble on the bed. A tight micro mini-skirt and a silky top that slid off the shoulders. No bra.
 

I grinned, wondering if she’d go for it. Not that it would be out of place here, but my Deanie could be modest.

I was working on fixing that.

It’s a zoo in here, make sure I know you are here so I can come get you.
 

I sat back and downed my vodka tonic. I hadn’t let loose in a long time. I felt good. Ready for my first game next week. The guys apparently had a strict ‘allowed to party’ schedule. And they abided by it.

That included dragging me out for boys night.

I didn’t care though. Fuck if I was leaving my girl home alone.

Everything was more fun with her around. Plus I’d rented a limo. I had plans for the ride home.

I’d never done it in a moving vehicle before.

I could hardly wait.

Nadine

I stood in the foyer, trying to figure out how to make my way to the VIP area. The joint was jumping, to say the least.

I tugged my skirt down but it was useless. I was barely covered. I’d have to keep my legs crossed all night or I’d give the whole room a show.

A very, very naughty show.

But James had picked out my outfit. I’d promised to play along with his little game. And he hadn’t laid out panties.

So, here I was, commando. No bra either. It felt naughty.

I kind of liked it.

I tapped on a bouncers shoulder.

“Where’s the team? I’m supposed to meet my boyfriend.”

He jerked his head across the club.

“VIP. You’ll never get in. They have enough girls already.”

“I’m his girlfriend.”

He shrugged, unimpressed.

“Whatever.”

I pulled out my phone and texted James. Before I could hit send, someone slammed into me and my phone went sliding across the floor. It was gone instantly, swallowed up by the crowd on the dance floor.

Great.

I just had to do this the old fashioned way.

Slowly I edged my way through the crowd. Guys tried to talk to me but I ignored them. Up ahead I could see the VIP section. It was raised and lit better than the rest of the club.

So I could see James.
 

But he couldn’t see me.

The bouncer hadn’t been exaggerating. There were girls everywhere up there. They made my outfit look modest.

I froze as a girl slid across the couch where James was sitting to whisper in his ear. She was hot. Extremely hot. Long dark hair, like mine. Her tits were huge too. And she was wearing little more than a bandage over them.

I watched as James laughed and shook his head.

The girl twirled her hair coyly.

He shook his head again and she tottered off on those impossibly high heels.

He didn’t watch her walk away though.

He was looking at his phone.

Good boy.

Very, very good boy.

I made my way to the entrance to the VIP room. As predicted, the bouncer didn’t even acknowledge me.

But James was scanning the crowd. He saw me almost right away.

He waved and came to get me.

“She’s with me.”

The velvet rope was lifted immediately.

James kissed me deeply and led me over to hang with the guys. I noticed a few of them weren’t meeting my eyes. Probably because they were with other girls. Girls who were definitely not their wives or girlfriends.