“Your mom said they were the ultimate expression of...l-love.” He stumbled on that word, and my mouth dropped open. Love? He loved me. Holy cats, he loved me.

“I love you too,” I replied in a whisper. “You crazy pain in the ass.”

He started laughing, and I reached forward to cup his cheeks for a kiss. His soft lips fit perfectly with mine. God, he was a good kisser, his tongue darting skillfully over mine. I loved this man. I really did. This infuriating, kind, hardworking, protective man.

I gently pushed him down onto the blanket so that he was lying on his back. I positioned my body at his side, wrapping one of my legs around his. My clitorasaurus roared to life.

I took the rose and teased it down his neck. “Time to return the favor,” I said in a throaty voice.

Oakley reached up to touch me, but I caught his hand in mine and shook my head. “Can we go somewhere more private?” I didn’t want to risk some pervy groundskeeper recording us. A leaked sex tape would probably be bad for publicity. Oakley smirked. “I know just the place.”

Oakley quickly got up and grabbed my wrist. Abandoning the picnic, we made our way through a tunnel and to an elevator. “Where are we going?” I asked as he pressed the button leading to the top floor.

Instead of answering, Oakley cornered me, pressing me against the wall of the elevator with his hard body. “Oh-oh my,” I rasped when his palm cupped my breast.

His lips landed on mine, and I curled my leg around him, moaning and flicking my tongue against his. I slipped his shirt over his head, and when the doors opened, we left it on the floor while running out of there.

“Welcome to the press box,” Oakley whispered, flicking on the lights. As much as I wanted to look around, I wanted Oakley naked more.

I started what I prayed to Aphrodite was a sexy striptease as Oakley made his way over to a large window overlooking the stadium. He looked so handsome and powerful standing there with his back pressed against the glass.

After I had danced my way out of my blouse and jeans, I unhooked my bra and slowly lowered it down to reveal my nipples already budding with anticipation. Oakley followed my movements hungrily. I loved the effect I was having on him. As I twirled my bra around my finger, his chest heaved up and down.

I dropped the bra and trailed my fingers down his bare pecs and past his sculpted abs, stopping where I could see Oakley’s massive erection through his jeans. “I want to make you feel good,” I whispered before unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down.