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Chapter 1

Logan

"Have you checked out the Xtreme service app yet?" I ask, leaning back in my chair and regarding Coach Monroe with a raised eyebrow.

"Can't say I have, but I’ve heard the other coaches talking about it," Monroe replies, his voice measured but not without a hint of curiosity. "Heard some of the guys talking about it, though. I was at the Kickoff Party for the season. It’s exclusive to us, right?"

I chuckle, tapping on my phone to pull up the sleek interface of the app. "Exclusive is one way to put it. Think of it as a little... perk of wearing the badge of the San Antonio Xtremes coaching staff."

"Perk," he parrots and leans forward.

"Exactly. See, it's all part of making sure we're at the top of our game. Tension, stress—it can get to you. This takes the edge off, keeps us focused." I swipe through the app, feeling the known thrill at the prospect of release after a long, grueling game.

"This team cares about keeping its coaches very... satisfied," he counters.

"Mind and body, Monroe. They've got us covered," I say with a smirk. "The service members are professional, discreet, and damn good at what they do. It's all about control, power—the kind of rush you don't get on the field."

Monroe nods slowly. "And you? Have you indulged in this particular... benefit?"

"Once or twice," I admit, continuing to scroll through the app. "It reminds you that there are different kinds of games to be played. Winning, like what we did out there tonight, isn't just confined to the football field."

I'm scrolling casually, my finger swiping through a carousel of potential liaisons, but it's more muscle memory than genuine interest. Until she appears on the screen.

Catalina.

My dick twitches, making me shift to adjust to a more comfortable position in my seat. Her photo doesn't do justice to the reality of her. She’s got those eyes that say she knows just what you want before you even ask, that smile suggesting she holds every secret you've ever wanted to uncover.

"Found someone?" Monroe asks, leaning over to look at my phone.

"Maybe," I murmur, tapping Catalina's image, watching as the app transitions into her profile. Ambitious. Confident. The kind of woman who understands the game and plays it on her own terms. She'll be perfect for tonight—a celebration of victory, of power.

"Ah, Catalina," Monroe intones with a knowing smirk. "Heard she's quite the experience."

"Experience is exactly what I'm looking for," I reply calmly, masking my increased heart rate.

"She’ll be intense," he says.

"Intensity's the name of the game, isn't it?" I stand, stretching my muscles. "Just remember, it's not just about the physical. There's a psychological edge to it as well. Exploring those boundaries, pushing limits... it's a whole other level of strategy."

"Strategy," Monroe repeats, a slow smile spreading on his face. "Now there's a language I speak fluently."

"Good," I reply, clapping him on the shoulder. "Whether it's football or the more... carnal pleasures, it's all about playing to win."

"Then enjoy your winnings, coach," he says.

I hit the request button, and the app confirms with a subtle ping. Catalina will be mine tonight. This isn't just about sex; it's about surrender and command, a dance of give-and-take. With Catalina, I know the game will be played at a level that matches my appetite for control.

***

Gloria’s, impeccable timing is at play, as always. She's arranged for Catalina and me to meet in the penthouse suite of a fancy hotel that oozes luxury from every pore.

Gloria is our head coach's wife and the brains behind the extracurricular services. I trust her explicitly to have things in place as ordered.

My phone pings with a notification from the app letting me know that everything is set up and Catalina is ready for me.

I swipe my key card against the door lock and push open the door. There she is—Catalina. Her dress hugs her curves in all the right places.

"Good evening, Coach," Catalina greets with a sultry voice.