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He grins like that made his entire night, but his eyes are volcanic as he takes me in wearing his number. He tugs on the hem. “Wow,” he hisses. “It looks better on you than I imagined it would.” He leans in to kiss me, and fresh nerves swarm my stomach. I can’t push him away. Not out here. Not when we’re so visible. “Mason, what are you doing?” “Staking my claim. Pressing my luck. Kissing my wife even though she hates it when I call her that.” His lips press softly to mine, and I can feel the smile on his just as his hands come up and go around my neck. For a moment I think he’s just holding me, but then I feel his fingers move at the nape of my neck and a heavy weight presses against the top of my breastbone. He pulls back, and I glance down. I’m wearing a platinum chain with the number eleven with diamonds dangling from it. It’s not large or gaudy, but it’s still his freaking number around my neck in diamonds. I look up at him, and the smugness I thought I’d find isn’t there. Instead, it’s a serious expression, and his hands slowly come up, almost as if he knows he shouldn’t and is trying to stop himself but can’t, to cup my face. They glide back through my hair to hold me like that. “Don’t be mad,” he mumbles so softly I’m not even sure I hear him correctly over the roaring crowd. His lips come back down on mine, this kiss a bit deeper, and then he’s whispering in my ear, “You have no idea how incredible you look wearing my number. It’s a good thing I’m not playing tonight, I’m too distracted now. Not to mention all I can picture is you wearing these.” His fingers glide across the pendant and down the jersey. He steps back, and now I see that smirk. “Enjoy the game, Mrs. Fritz-Reyes.” I glare. It’s not a kind glare. He stands a few feet away, the sound and lighting in the stadium changing, indicating the game is about to start. “That wasn’t boring!” I yell over the cheers and cries of the crowd. “You could have just left these up in the booth for me or given them to me this morning before I left for work.” He shakes his head. “And miss my opportunity to see you in them like this and get to kiss you? Never.” Read this STEAMY marriage of convenience, forced proximity, friends to lovers, he falls first sports romance FREE in Kindle Unlimited