We both turn our boards to reveal my name, and Scarlett’s cheeks heat a bit. “He’s got the whole random acts of kindness and thoughtful gestures thing down pat.”
“Nah, you just like when I serenade you before bed,” I tease, causing her cheeks to heat further.
“Who is Scarlett’s celebrity crush?”
It better be me. Though I’m not really a celebrity. She turns her board and has my name written on it but I’ve just written me with a question mark beside it. “Nice!” I say before giving her a high five.
“Who said ‘I love you’ first?” Easy enough since it was me.
The questions continue to rattle off until they get more specific.
“What is Bennett’s pet name for you?”
“Oh, that’s kind of a hard one since you’ve got a few you use,” Scar mumbles.
“Not a nickname, but a pet name. You know like sugar or sweetheart,” Morgan clarifies.
Oh, this is going to make Scar’s cheeks heat like never before.
We turn our boards and her pet name I use for her is revealed. Baby girl.
“What is Bennett’s favorite activity that the two of you do together?”
Scarlett’s eyes widen in panic as she clears her throat and looks over at me. “I-I um . . . next question?”
Oh, fuck. This is too good.
My brow quirks at her in surprise. “What’s the matter, baby girl? You don’t want them to know that my favorite thing the two of us do together is our pregame—” Scarlett cuts me off when she shoots out of her chair and holds her hand over my mouth. My chuckle is muffled by her hand and after giving me a stern look, she pulls her hand away but I snatch it to place a kiss on the delicate inside of her wrist.
At that, Morgan shows us mercy and says that’s a wrap on our video for the day. I take Scarlett’s hand in mine and lead her down the hallway to the elevator and press the up button.
“That was fun. What’d you think?” she asks me as we wait.
“I thought it was fun too. Though it made me eager for us to partake in my favorite activity. It is a game day afterall, Red.” I pull her in close and place a quick peck on her forehead.
“Oh you think you’re so slick, don’t you? I’m not sure I should take you up to my office.”
“That’s fine, you don’t have to. We could always take a detour to the locker room or the penalty box,” I suggest, rubbing my hands up and down her back.
“You’re dangerous,” she tells me before stepping out of my hold and pulling me into the awaiting elevator. As the doors close, I press her against the wall and reach beside me to press the elevator stop button.
“Benny, what are you doing?” she asks, a bit breathless, perhaps a bit scared as well.
“Getting creative,” I tell her as I lower myself to kneel before her. “I’ve got a pregame ritual to perform and a new wife to worship. Are you up for a little reminiscing of our first night together, baby girl?”
She’s panting as she gazes down at me. “I don’t recall you getting on your knees for me in the elevator that night.”
“No, I suppose I didn’t. But I’ve fantasized about doing this countless times,” I admit shamelessly.
“Who am I to stand in the way of your fantasies?” Scarlett helps guide her pencil skirt up her hips to reveal a lacy pair of panties.
“Such a good fucking wife, making all of my devious dreams come true.” I run my nose over her soaked panties before placing whisper-light kisses over her slit. Moving her panties to the side with one hand, I drag my middle finger through her drenched core before plunging it deep inside her tight pussy. Licking my lips, I inhale deeply before flattening my tongue and marveling at my first taste of her. “Fuuuck, baby girl. You still taste like me from this morning. Was your pretty pussy leaking my cum during our interview?”
A moan escapes her lips before she bites down on her bottom one and whimpers softly.
“Mmm,” I hum in approval before making another pass up to her clit and lightly biting it. Placing her knees over my shoulders, I glance up at her with her back against the wall, her fingers curled in my hair, and demand, “Now be a good wife and come for me, Mrs. Wilson.”
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