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"And you're just gifted," she responded, now clean. He lifted her up off the floor to kiss her, both of them hunched over low so as not to smash them on the roof.
"You should see what I can do when there's more space," he hinted, raising an eyebrow suggestively. Erica felt the desire diffuse throughout her solar plexus again, but she knew they had to get back to their friends and dressed quickly.
"We are so sweaty!" she said and reached for her jersey, but Luke stopped her.
"Wear this one instead," he told her, reaching into a bag in the front seat and handing over a huge Reggie Wayne jersey, pulling out another for himself.
"How many of those do you have in there?" she asked curiously, lowering the jersey over her head.
"Just these," Luke replied, smiling when he saw Erica with his jersey reaching down to her knees. He grabbed her again, his hands running over the slope of her ass and brought his mouth down to hers. "You'll have to wear it next time we play," he murmured gruffly.
"You're on," she responded, swinging open the back doors of the Winnebago. "I'm always down for a little Quarterback Sneak..."
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