Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 186(@200wpm)___ 149(@250wpm)___ 124(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I mutter again.
I shower after practice, throw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and head into the trainer’s room to get some treatment on my knee. The doctors tell me it’s a little arthritic, mostly because of my injuries, but having played football for more than twenty years now, the wear and tear is taking a toll.
The treatment the training staff gives me helps take the edge off the worst of the pain. Knocking on the door, I open it and stop. I look at the nameplate on the door just to make sure I didn't wander into the wrong office.
“Sorry,” I say. “Nestor was supposed to work on my knee.”
Cami smiles and shrugs. “And once again, you are stuck with me. Nestor was called away and asked me to fill in.”
“So, you can do more than just tape ankles.”
“I can do a lot more than tape ankles—”
Cami bites off her words, and her face reddens as she realizes how that statement sounds coming out of her mouth. I laugh and close the door to the office then walk over and hop up on the table. I lean back and stretch out my right leg.
“Do you know what Nestor does for my knee?”
She nods. “He always writes down his treatment plans. I got you covered.”
“I have no doubt I’m in good hands.”
As she steps over to the table and starts working on my knee, I close my eyes and try to keep myself from thinking about that kiss. It’s not easy to do with her hands on me.
“You looked out of sync out on the field today.”
I chuckle softly. “I was doing fine for most of the session.”
“What happened?”
“You walked out, and I couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss. Fucked with my rhythm and timing.”
Her fingers falter on my knee, and I open my eyes to find her looking back at me with an awkward, trembling smile on her lips. She blinks slowly and looks away.
“I—I’m sorry?” she says.
“Don’t be. But tell me something… have you thought about it?”
“Of course, I have. Like… a lot. But I know that’s a line I can’t cross—”
I don’t let her finish that statement. Grabbing her by the back of the neck, I pull her to me. Our mouths crash together, and though she seems hesitant at first, Cami quickly melts into me. Our tongues writhe furiously together in her mouth, and I slide my hand down her back, cupping her firm, round ass. It’s everything I thought it would be. Cami groans as I squeeze it then slide my hand down the back of her shorts, reveling in the feel of her soft, warm skin.
Slipping off the table, I grab Cami under the arms and lift her, sitting her down on the spot I just vacated. Our kiss is desperate. Frantic. I slide my hands up her shirt, trailing the tips of my fingers across her flat, taut belly. I cup her tits in my hands and give them a firm squeeze as I circle my thumbs around her stiff nipples through the fabric of her bra. Her body is soft and supple, her skin smooth and flawless. And as I run my hands all over her, my cock stiffens uncomfortably in my shorts.
Stepping back from her, I push her shirt up then reach around and quickly unsnap her bra. Her full tits spill into my hands. I knead and squeeze them, savoring the feeling of those soft, round breasts. Leaning down, I take one of her nipples into my mouth. She gasps and as I flick my tongue across her stiff nipple, sucking on it and nipping it with my teeth. Cupping her breast in my hand, I take her other nipple into my mouth, taking my time and relishing the feel of it against my tongue.
I look up at Cami and her face is red, her eyes wide and filled with fire. Her mouth hangs open, her breathing heavy. She looks torn between telling me to stop, knowing we shouldn’t be doing this, but another part of her seems to want it desperately. Reaching down, I deftly unbutton her shorts and pull them down as I sink to my knees before her. I slide my hands up her legs, roughly part her thighs, and pull her forward.
My eyes linger on her wet, swollen slit, a small, trimmed landing strip of ash-brown hair just above those velvety folds that glisten beneath the harsh fluorescent lights of the office. Cami is looking down at me, her face etched with desire, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. A small smile on my lips, I lean forward and part her lips with the tip of my tongue. The moment my tongue touches her sex, Cami’s entire body stiffens and a low groan bursts from her mouth.