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He takes a few tentative steps closer. “It’s nothing that some good physical therapy and a shot won’t fix. Don’t worry about me.” Reaching out, he fingers the strap on my bag and uses it as leverage to pull me toward him.
Glancing around, I notice we’re alone. Everyone is gone and the large space is quiet.
“Worried about me, Reporter?”
I fight back a smile. “I’m just worried about the orgasms.”
He barks out a laugh, tilting his head back.
I love it when he laughs like that. It’s so full of life and happiness. There’s a reason why everyone on the team loves Mack Granger. He’s hard not to love. You find yourself craving his presence and missing his laughter and congenial personality when he’s not around.
“I can assure you I’ve been through this before, just had a moment out there on the field. But I’ll be good as new and back in the game by the next series.”
“So, you won’t start tomorrow?”
Mack shakes his head. “No, the trainer wants me to ride the bench for the next two games and then see how I feel when we head to Los Angeles.”
“Is there anything I can do?” I ask, subtly looping a finger into the waistband of his shorts.
He quirks an eyebrow. “I can think of one thing that would make me feel better.”
“I’m not giving you a blow job in the middle of the clubhouse,” I tell him, glancing around again to make sure we’re still alone. “But if you know of a more private—”
Before I can finish that sentence, Mack takes my hand and pulls me down a hall, opening a door and then pushing me inside. Once we’re in, I see it’s an examination type room. When he locks the door behind him, I go to drop to my knees, but he grabs my hip.
“Take your skirt off and bend over the table.”
“What about your knee?” I ask as I make quick work of my zipper and drop the material at my feet.
“You let me worry about that,” he says, eyes locked on mine as he pushes his shorts down just enough to free his already hard cock.
My heart is practically beating out of my chest. I can hear it in my ears as I turn around and do as he instructed me. The thin paper that’s covering the table crinkles as I lean forward.
“Hold on,” Mack grits out, his voice sounding as though it’s been dipped in honey and rolled through gravel.
When he sweeps the head of his cock through my wet folds, my eyes roll and I bite back a groan. That fucking barbell hits my clit and I almost lose my mind. “I have an IUD,” I tell him, a desperation to feel all of him overwhelming me and making me lose all of my inhibitions and take down my walls.
The second the words are out of my mouth, I remember what he said when we were discussing our arrangement, about not having sex without a condom, and I almost take it back.
“Are you sure?” he asks, still rubbing his cock through the lips of my pussy. “I’ve been tested and you’re the only person I’ve been with since.”
“Yes,” I tell him, pushing my hips back in a plea for more. “But I don’t want to pressure you into it. Believe me, sex with you in a condom is… well, it’s the best I’ve ever experienced, but I just want to feel all of you.”
Mack grips my hips tightly, stopping my advances. “I’ve never had sex without a condom.”
I know I’m asking something of him he might not be willing to give. Turning to look at him over my shoulder, I tell him, “Either way, I just want you inside me.”
He tilts his head toward the ceiling, silently letting out a curse and the next thing I know, he’s thrusting deep until he bottoms out.
“Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants. “I’m not going to last long because you feel like heaven.”
Slipping his hand between me and the table, he presses two fingers to my clit and begins making slow circles as he pumps his dick inside me.
“Oh, God,” I whisper, my mouth hanging open as my next breath gets stuck in my throat. “You… Oh, God, Mack. You… this feels so fucking good.”
I literally feel like I’m going to shed real tears as he continues to thrust inside me while fingering my clit. The dual stimulation is my kryptonite and before long, my insides begin to quake.
When a firm slap hits my ass cheek, my eyes grow wide.
