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DIXON

“Dixon?”

“Huh?” She’s sitting on the plush chair, curled up in a blanket, looking like a princess burrito. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

She rolls her eyes as I groan. “I just went through the movie options.” She glares with a little smile. “I’m not listing them again,”

“Just pick what you want. I’m just happy to be sharing this space with you.”

She chuckles. “You’re just a sweet-talking man.”

Her words resonate with my thoughts. We’ve spent the last three days together with little time separated. Working out with her this morning was the last straw in my resolve. We’re perfect together. Sex is utterly amazing, and it’s only intensified by the intimacy we’re gaining with the time we’ve spent together. Could fate be giving us another chance? I’ve been thinking about retiring from the TEAMS. Security companies send me offers for employment. I could pick the region and choose a firm. There’s a phenomenal security and protection company in Dallas and one in Phoenix. I could start out in Phoenix and move with Madison wherever she goes.

She raises the remote and clicks some buttons. “I’m glad we ran into each other.”

Halfway through the movie, Madison is fast asleep, and I move quietly to the bedroom to pull her luggage off the bed. I turn down the covers and go back into the sitting room. I run my hands under her compact frame and lift her up, bringing the blanket with us. She snuggles into my chest, and my heart clenches. I made a mistake four years ago. Brian didn’t give me any choice, but I still regret it. Her breathing warms my soul. She feels like home. Laying her down on the bed, I pull the blanket around her and place the bed bedding on top. The room is warm, but if the hotel were to lose power, it would drop temperature really fast.

After I turn off the TV and the lights, I move back into the bedroom. I’m still dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. I’m going to snuggle next to her. It’s going to be really hard to keep my hands to myself. I want her like I’ve never wanted any other woman, but she needs rest. I do too, if I’m being honest.

Light streams through the window as I move to look out. White covers the world with a blanket of fresh show reminding me of the fresh-faced woman on the other side of the bed. I’m glad she didn’t hear my alarm that alerted me breakfast was imminent. Walking to the door, I catch the knock on the first thud.

“Good morning, your breakfast, sir.”

I nod. “Good morning. Thank you.”

She sets the tray on the table and nods. “Have a good day. I doubt there will be any fun sightseeing today.”

“No worries.” I walk her out and turn to see Madison standing at the bedroom door.

“I’m starving.”

“Bon appétit.”

Rolling her eyes, she moves to her chosen chair. “Have you been up long?”

“No.” My head flicks to her. “Why were you rolling your eyes?”

“Every woman falls all over themselves for you. No regard that I’m here and could mean something to you.” Her face falls, sadness covers her face, and I know she’s remembering my leaving without saying goodbye.

My heart grieves from the insecurity in her words. She does mean something to me, and it’s my fault she questions my intentions when another woman shows interest. Maybe the ship sailed four years ago. I devour my breakfast, unsure what to talk about, but as usual, Madison starts to natter.

She holds up her fork and blurts. “I really like Phoenix. There are a plethora of fans and they are knowledgeable, too.. I feel like the team is my family.”

“Yeah.” My understanding of women’s soccer begins and ends with Madison. I glance around the room trying to think of something to say. Luxury Campbell hotel rooms always have an abstract painting on the opposite wall of the window with a C and a complicated geometric design. It’s a cliché, but makes sense, too. I focus my attention back to Madison. “Why?”

“I love the coach. She’s a former player with two Olympic golds, and she’s the kind of coach I hoped I’d get.”

“They are lucky to have you.” I did my research while I watched her games. I know the positions and the best college players. Madison is incredible. She dominated in college. The way she controls the ball and takes it away from her opponents is remarkable.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You’ve already made your mark with Phoenix. Teams assume their players can handle defense so they focus on the offense. Phoenix knew you’d help them get to the next level.”

She smiles and my heart beats faster. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were following me.”

“I am. I watch you play whenever I can.”

Madison’s mood lifts. “Thanks.”

I finish the last bite of my meal and set down my fork. I love this time with Madison. “Why did you leave Boulder your freshman year and go to Stanford?

She shrugs. “Better education along with a stronger women’s soccer program.”

I inquire further as she collects our dirty dishes. “You didn’t like your coach?”

Rolling her eyes again she swallows. “Coach York is a bitch. She didn’t value me. Her idea of player management consisted of verbal abuse and fat shaming.”

“It’s great that you could transfer.”

“It is. I can’t imagine how miserable I would have been if I’d had to continue playing for her.”

MADISON

My body jostles as Dixon carries me to the bedroom. I’m unsure how he got me off the loveseat without waking me as I slowly rouse in his arms. We spent the entire day binge watching programs we both like. With so much in common, you’d think we’d be tired of each other, but we aren’t. And I want him. He’s been a perfect gentleman, and my heart is back in the game. I snuggle my head into his chest, relishing his strong arms, feeling safe. His scent reminds me of happiness. And lust.

“Hi, sleepy head.”

I yawn as he sets me on my feet next to the bed. “I’m sorry I fell asleep.”

“It’s nothing. It just gave me a reason to put my hands on you.”

My grip tightens on his arm. “I didn’t realize you needed a reason. I can’t ignore the sparks that have already happened between us.”

The predator closes the distance between us as his mouth slams onto mine. Lust. A heady feeling of power envelops my body. My permission was enough to unleash the beast. My hands travel down to the hem of the henley he’s wearing. Gripping the bottom, he breaks the kiss as I pull up his shirt and yank it over his head. My right hand drops the shirt on the ground as my left hand explores his muscular pecs. The smoothness of the skin is exemplified by the hardness of his chest. The sharp intake of air he offers lets me know he wants me too.

Dixon pushes down the waistband of his track pants, catching his briefs and drags them down his legs. His soft, warm hands caress my naked legs as he grabs the long flannel shorts I wear. Dropping to his knees, he smiles up at me. “You were commando this whole time.”

I snort. “Don’t really have enough undergarments to bother with them if I’m not going out.”

His reaction fills my soul with joy as his hand moves under my shirt, across my belly, grazing his fingers across my large breasts. “Damn, fondling these never gets old.”

Smiling, I run my hands around his face. “Perv.”

“You have no idea, sweetheart.” His eyes twinkle. “Take off that tank top.”

DIXON

On my knees to worship Madison, my senses peak. Her smell is intoxicating, and I want to throw her naked body onto the bed and ravish her, giving her the pleasure she deserves. I brush my nose across her sex to make her moan. She’s incredibly sensitive, her body shares every emotion that runs through her head.

“Oh, Dixon.” The temperature in the room skyrockets as she reaches for me.

I chuckle, blowing on her clit as I slip a finger between her swollen lips. She jumps, giving me the opportunity to wrap my hands around her ass and pull her closer to me. I rub the pad of my thumb across her sex as my finger finds her warmth. I don’t think I can do this seduction thing for too long; my cock is so hard I feel like I could explode at any moment.

“Yeah.” She pushes her sex into my hand as I add another finger. Pumping in and out while rubbing her clit, she’ll come like a rocket in a matter of moments. Hear breathing quickens. She’s building, climbing that sensation cliff that’s going to throw her off into a mind-bending climax. I could stay here all night, but my cock can’t hold out much longer. I speed up my ministrations as her body tightens like a spring.

Panting, she cries out. “Dixon. I’m going to come. Oh, yeah.” Her pussy spasms on my fingers as she bites her lower lip and grips behind my head as she rides her orgasm to a cataclysmic high. Panting my name, her body stills. I stand and grab her lax body and lay her out on the bed. Let the fucking begin. Her mouth opens as I remember my condoms are in the other room.

I’m running for my bag as she calls out to me, her impatience dripping from her command. “Get on this bed, Dixon. Fuck me!”

Chuckling, I hustle back, ripping the package and roll on the condom as I get back to the bed and stare at the gorgeous goddess spread before me. A Smorgasbord of emotions crash into me while I settle myself between her legs, spreading her thighs as I press my cock against her sex.

“Dixon. I’m so horny.”

“Let me make it better.” Thrusting into her warm pussy hardens my cock. Patience may be a virtue but waiting to have her was killing me. She moans with each thrust, meeting every movement intensifying the pleasure. Making love to Madison is the best sexual experience. I will never get enough of her. Her pussy constricts my cock as she cries out. Orgasm number two. My balls pull up as my cock explodes. I tumble off the cliff of ecstasy, feeling her milk every ounce of come as her pussy quivers around my length.

“Wow.” Her beaming smile makes everything right in my world. I need to do this again, but slower. I intend to stretch out her pleasure, giving her everything she deserves.

Jumping from the bed, I dispose of the condom and bring back a warm, wet cloth to wash her. Her breathing is slow and steady. She’s already asleep as I clean off our mess. Moments later, I’m back from the bathroom and pulling her warm, lax body into my front.

MADISON

It’s the morning of the fifth day, and the airports are open and flights are happening. I throw my legs over the bed and smile at the bathroom door. Dixon let me sleep in this morning. My heart warms at his thoughtfulness but my pussy is sad. Yesterday’s shower led to another round of glorious sex. It’s been a perfect five days. He’s constantly touching me and his soft kisses stir my heart. He makes love to me each time like it’s the first time and it’s obvious he wants me as much as I want him. Talking and laughing with him may be even better than sex. I giggle. Not quite. He’s talked about leaving the TEAMS and moving to Phoenix so we can give this thing between us a fair shot. He said if I got traded, he’d just go with me wherever I go. Warmth surrounds my heart and spreads throughout my core.

His phone rings on the dresser next to the cracked bathroom door. He calls out from the shower. “Answer that, would you Madison? It could be my TEAMS.”

I mumble as I reach for the phone and answer the call. “Hello?”

“Madison?”

Fuck. My brother. “Hi, Brian.”

“Why the fuck do you have Dixon’s phone? Is he fucking you again? I swear I’ll kill him. I told him you’re off limits.”

I yell. “Brian.” He keeps swearing. “Brian!”

“What?”

“It’s none of your damn business. We ran into each other in Newark. We got snowed in.”

He sighs. “He fucking took advantage of you again.”

“Dixon did no such thing.”

“If he’s kept you there, screwing you. God damn it. He’s married, Benny.”

Noise rushes through my brain and echoes in my ears. Married? We talked about a future. I can still feel what we were doing in the wee hours of the morning when he was inside me. That sinking feeling that men cheat and lie takes hold of my joy and crushes it into dust. “What?”

Brian grumbles. “He’s married. He has no right to do anything with you.”

The door opens as I hold up the phone to Dixon’s crinkled brow. “Who is it?”

“My brother. He wanted to share about your wife.”

Dixon’s jaw drops as my brother continues to bark on the phone. Dixon blurts. “I can explain.”

Wicked retorts hover in my mouth as I move toward my luggage. Throwing on whatever clothes I can find, my brain hears him pleading but anger radiates off me, keeping him at bay. I wrap my messy ‘just-fucked’ hair into a messy knot. He tosses his phone on the bed as he approaches.

“Leave me the fuck alone. I shouldn’t have let you in again.” I sob. “How could you make me a woman who sleeps with a married man? I’m disgusted. You’re just like my father.” Sliding my feet into my shoes, I hoist my carry-on over my shoulder and rush for the suite door, listening to Dixon beg me to stay. I can’t believe I’m so stupid. Checking my phone, I let out a sigh as my boarding pass pops up on my notifications. Put this in a box and just get back to Phoenix; back to the only thing I can count on. My hand pulls the door as Dixon wraps his hand around my arm. I turn and my heart clenches at the regretful face of the man I’d fallen for again.

“Now, Madison. Give me a chance to explain.” He runs his fingers down my arm. “It’s not an actual marriage.”

Bile spikes in the back of my throat anger coats my regret with a righteous stench. I set my hand on my hip. “Are you married?”

His face falls answering my question. “We got married young. I haven’t seen her in a dozen years.”

The anger locomotive roars into my brain. “Wait. You mean you were married when we were together four years ago?”

The color drains from his handsome face. “I thought Brian told you.”

I bring my hand and slap his face providing a loud pop. “Fuck you. I’m not that kind of person. I never would have had anything to do with you if I knew you were married. How dare you?” I brush by him as he’s sputtering words about convenience as I exit the room. Moving quickly, I remember he’s still in a towel. He won’t be running after me until he throws on some clothes. Taking the stairs, I arrive at the concierge desk.

“Hi. I need the shuttle to the airport.”

“Yes, ma’am. You got here just in time; he’s getting ready to close the door.”

I move to the van and step on, holding my bags as protection from the hurt once again.