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I can’t fuck Eve. I can’t fuck Eve. I repeat the mantra over and over as things escalate until it changes. I must fuck Eve. I must fuck Eve now!

I lift her off the ground and wrap her legs around my waist. What a beautiful closeup of her glorious tits. I want to bury my face in her cleavage and motorboat them.

I lay her down on the hood of my car. I don’t give a shit if the hood dents. All I can think of is freeing my throbbing cock and plowing my way inside her. Good thing I didn’t park under a street light.

I pull back enough to look at the beautiful woman sprawled over my car. Moments like these are what dreams are made of. Especially the ones where a change of sheets is needed.

This is a benefit of being a professional athlete.

Pussy anywhere and everywhere, begging to be taken.

Girls sneaking up to my hotel room for a chance to ride or blow me.

Others who want it in front of people and cameras.

They don’t care as long as the world watches me bang them.

It doesn’t matter the country or if the team wins, women everywhere jump through hoops for a taste of me. At least they did.

Hesitating, I rub her thighs, watching her writhe with need. God, she’s gorgeous. Her husband was a world-class asshole. If I had her waiting in my bed, I’d be home early from work every night, doing everything I could to satisfy her.

I yank Eve down to the edge of the hood, ready to pull her jeans down just enough. Her desperate eyes meet mine, and I freeze. I can’t fuck Eve. I want so badly to fuck Eve.

I lean over her, placing my hands on either side of her head.

My restrained cock presses against her pussy.

Even through our clothes, her heat overwhelms me.

Grasping her wrists, I pin her arms over her head, giving me a good view of her perfect tits.

I rake my eyes over her from head to pussy, then hesitate.

I’m not a professional player anymore. That part of my life is done. And Eve isn’t a nameless face I want to use as a sperm depository. My balls tighten as I rub against her, enjoying the friction even though I’m unable to fuck her for real.

I want it. She wants it, but I can’t pull the fucking trigger. Knowing my night is going to end with blue balls doesn’t change the fact that these precious moments are worth it. As long as I’m the only one in pain at the end of the night.

I force myself to pause and look into her blue eyes.

Eve isn’t just beautiful. She’s smart and defiant.

She intrigues me. I release her hands and instead cradle her head with one hand while placing the other on her back to lift her to me.

My mouth crashes over hers. Tasting remnants of sweet wine, our tongues clash and twist. They twirl together unafraid, unencumbered.

This woman is going to be the death of me, and I welcome it with a smile.

Catching my breath, I pull away completely and take a small step back, bracing for her reaction.

I don’t want to ruin whatever this is and make it too awkward for us to be in the same room.

I want to take my time and get to know her.

“What’s wrong?”

I hang my head, embarrassed that I can’t follow through on what we both want. “I can’t.“

“Can’t, like a performance problem? Or won’t? Because,” her eyes drop to my pants and my aching cock, “you look ready to go to me.”

The hurt in her eyes slices through me. When the hell did I develop a conscience?

“Both.”

“Oh.” My chest is so damn tight at the pained look on her face, it hurts to breathe. “I see.”

“No, Eve. You don’t.” And I don’t know how to explain it without sounding like the douche you think I am.

She sits up, her eyes avoiding mine. “It’s fine.” She shrugs and sniffles. “I’ll just,” she shifts as if she’s trying to get off the car. She is, because I did the one thing I swore to myself I wouldn’t. I hurt her. I stop her and hold her in place by caging her in between my outstretched arms.

“You don’t understand. I want you so fucking bad, but not like this.” I wish she could see how angry I am with myself for allowing things to go sideways. This is the opposite of what she needed tonight. “Not like I picked you up off the street for a quick fuck.”

“Is that what took so long at the restaurant? You and that waitress...?”

“No! Of course not.” I snap in spite of my efforts to stay calm.

What a shitty thing to say. “How can you think that I’d do that with you waiting at the table?

” I remind myself that her husband was a shit to keep my temper in check.

And it’s not like I never snuck away from a dinner to get off in the back of the kitchen or a storage room.

“She wanted my autograph, and yeah, I was feeling sorry for myself, so I spent a few minutes speaking while indulging her. And then you know what I told her? I told her I had to get back to . . .” I pause.

I can’t tell her what I actually said. “To you.”

Eve pushes out of my arms and hops off the hood of my car. “You don’t owe me an explanation.” I hate this cold, resigned side of Eve more than her obstinate, confrontational side. At least that side is fiery and passionate.

I reach out and grab her arm. Once I have a good grip, not too hard, but strong enough to keep her from walking away, I search her eyes.

“Listen to me, Evelyn Robbins. If you’re going to hate me, hate me because I’m not a scumbag that’s going to fuck you like a cheap whore.

I can deal with that. You deserve more. Better.

I respect you too much.” I inch closer again, using my body to back up my words.

“I still plan on fucking you,” I whisper.

“Just not tonight. Not when you’ve been drinking and reminiscing about your cunt of a husband.

I wrap my arms around her waist and yank her hard against me again.

“Give me a chance to be more than a cheap thrill. Let it mean something. To both of us.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I don’t want a one night stand. I want a chance at something I’ve never had. A relationship.”

“Are you serious?”

“As chloroform.”

She bursts out laughing.

“What? What’s so funny?”

“Weren’t you raised in the States?”

“Yes, why?”

“The saying is serious as a heart attack.”

I shrug. “A heart attack is your own body trying to kill you. Chloroform is what I’ll use to help kill anyone that hurts you from here on out.”