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exactly what I’m doing. I’m seducing you.” She reached out a hand and cupped him between the legs, marveling at her own boldness. Maybe she should take up drinking.
    “Oh, fuck.” His eyes rolled back in his head. “You’re playing with fire.”
    “No, I’m playing with you, but I’m sure you are fire.” She was wearing him down. She’d dreamed of this moment from the first time she’d seen him playing football at the U-Dub. She’d never come this close, and darn it, she wouldn’t blow this opportunity. She couldn’t have picked a better man for a one-night stand.
    “Izzy would kill me.”
    “Izzy doesn’t need to know. No one does, but you and me.” She slid her hand along the bulge in his jeans. Bella hadn’t been kidding. The man was huge, nothing compared to the fumbling choirboy from her teenage years.
    “This isn’t a good idea,” he muttered, even as he planted little kisses along her neck and slid his hands up her skirt to cup her butt. He kneaded her butt with his long fingers, and she sighed with absolute pleasure.
    “We can’t go to my place. Someone might see us,” Emma said, referring to the small barn apartment she had in exchange for feeding horses five days a week, which happened to be a pasture-away from Avery and Isaac’s home.
    “We can’t go to mine either. It’s too far, and I can’t wait that long.”
    Emma’s confidence surged at his words. He did want her.
    He pulled her in for a deep, sensual kiss. His talented mouth and tongue found all the right places. Dear heavens above, the man could kiss. She didn’t even worry about whether or not she was doing it right, she just kissed him back, lost in the smell and the feel of him. Judging by how tightly he held onto her and how he ground his crotch against her hip, she did good.
    Finally he pulled back. “We can’t do it here. I’m on probation with the team. One screw-up, and I’m gone.”
    She nodded, wishing they could because she didn’t want to wait. Emma decided not to remind him that screwing around with her might be a big screw-up as far as her family was concerned.
    Scrubbing his face with his hands, he let out a long sigh, unbuckled her seat belt, and lifted her with incredible ease from his truck.
    “What are you doing?” she asked as he gently placed her on her feet.
    “I know a place back in the woods.” He pulled her along, using his cell phone as a flashlight. He led her past the rows of cars in the parking lot into the wooded greenbelt surrounding the casino and down a narrow trail that ran along a ravine and a gurgling stream. The area opened up into a small clearing complete with a plastic picnic table. At least she wouldn’t be getting slivers in her butt because what she had in mind would definitely cause slivers.
    Emma giggled and hoped she didn’t sober up in time to realize the real ramifications of what she was about to do because she really wanted to feel this man inside her.
    The two of them together was meant to be.
     
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    In his right mind, Tanner never would’ve taken Emma up on her offer. Only he’d been celibate for a little too long, and his over-sexed libido overrode his brain. His dick ruled the night, and his dick wanted Emma with the same level of wanting as he felt toward winning a championship, and that was a damn lot of wanting.
    He pulled her along, holding her up so she didn’t break her ankle on those ridiculously high heels, which he’d insisted she leave on until after he rode her into a state of mutual satisfaction.
    This was all wrong. He’d piss off Cooper and Isaac—that part he liked—but he’d also beyond piss off Izzy, maybe to the point he’d lose her friendship over this. Not to mention the Maxwells’ close connection to the Reynolds family could be a death sentence for his career if this little liaison got back to any of them. Except Tanner wasn’t thinking beyond the next several minutes and didn’t give a shit about the ramifications