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Story: Dirty Player
Kaylee nearly cost me my career.
Now, on day one of the season, she turns up at the Hawkes training facility in a team jacket and that skimpy damn top.
As I rip open the door to my car, I curse my body. My cock is semi-hard from five seconds near her.
“Mother fucking fucker.”
“Levi Montgomery, how dare you speak to me like that?” Kaylee demands from behind me.
I spin, hit my head, curse, then glare at her. “Excuse me?”
She jabs me in the chest. “You heard me.”
I snatch her finger out of the air and tug her closer to me, bearing down into her face. “What are you doing here?”
Her breathing is labored and suddenly I’m taken back to one of the nights she was underneath me.
Naked.
Panting as my cock filled her hot, wet pussy.
I drop her finger and turn back to my car, leaning in and grabbing my phone. Then I straighten and slam the car door.
“Go home.” I stalk off and she follows me.
Is she kidding me right now?
I glance over my shoulder, sneer, and then keep walking. When I reach the door, I spin. “Kaylee, seriously. What do you want?”
She shakes her head, pushes my shoulder, then walks past me and up the stairs.
What the hell is going on here?
I realize something that sends ice through my veins. She wasn’t—she isn’t—here for me.
Fuck.
Another player, Shaun, comes through the door. “Hey man. What’s up?”
He’s got half a foot on me and is one big Black man. His white, toothy grin tells me he’s as happy as I am to be here today.
Was.
No, fuck that. Am.
“Hey.” I release the door that I was holding open and follow him up the stairs.
“You hear the new album that dropped overnight?” he asks, pulling a bud out of his ear.
I shake my head no then half listen to Shaun as he keeps talking while my gaze roams the office for the woman I can’t get out of my dreams.
Where the hell did she go?
And why did my body feel like it had just received a thousand-volt shock the moment I put my hands on her?
Even though I’ve dumped my bag in the locker room, I head in there. Technically, she can’t go in there, but as I walk aroundthe corner and find it empty, I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Bro, first season.” Kemal slaps me on the back.
Now, on day one of the season, she turns up at the Hawkes training facility in a team jacket and that skimpy damn top.
As I rip open the door to my car, I curse my body. My cock is semi-hard from five seconds near her.
“Mother fucking fucker.”
“Levi Montgomery, how dare you speak to me like that?” Kaylee demands from behind me.
I spin, hit my head, curse, then glare at her. “Excuse me?”
She jabs me in the chest. “You heard me.”
I snatch her finger out of the air and tug her closer to me, bearing down into her face. “What are you doing here?”
Her breathing is labored and suddenly I’m taken back to one of the nights she was underneath me.
Naked.
Panting as my cock filled her hot, wet pussy.
I drop her finger and turn back to my car, leaning in and grabbing my phone. Then I straighten and slam the car door.
“Go home.” I stalk off and she follows me.
Is she kidding me right now?
I glance over my shoulder, sneer, and then keep walking. When I reach the door, I spin. “Kaylee, seriously. What do you want?”
She shakes her head, pushes my shoulder, then walks past me and up the stairs.
What the hell is going on here?
I realize something that sends ice through my veins. She wasn’t—she isn’t—here for me.
Fuck.
Another player, Shaun, comes through the door. “Hey man. What’s up?”
He’s got half a foot on me and is one big Black man. His white, toothy grin tells me he’s as happy as I am to be here today.
Was.
No, fuck that. Am.
“Hey.” I release the door that I was holding open and follow him up the stairs.
“You hear the new album that dropped overnight?” he asks, pulling a bud out of his ear.
I shake my head no then half listen to Shaun as he keeps talking while my gaze roams the office for the woman I can’t get out of my dreams.
Where the hell did she go?
And why did my body feel like it had just received a thousand-volt shock the moment I put my hands on her?
Even though I’ve dumped my bag in the locker room, I head in there. Technically, she can’t go in there, but as I walk aroundthe corner and find it empty, I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding.
“Bro, first season.” Kemal slaps me on the back.
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