didn’t have to touch me to rope me in. All that heat and God knows whatever else radiated from his body and into mine, until I was burning up with a fire that spread outward from my core and bloomed through every part of me.
And then that kiss.
The brush of his mouth on mine made me ache in places I didn’t think existed. When he parted my lips and his hand reached up to my neck, it melted any resistance I might have had left over. He stole every weak breath I took while our tongues danced. If it weren’t for the plastic tub I’d been holding one to, I was sure my hands would have gripped onto his back or grasped his hair to keep going. It was the sensation of that container slowly sipping out of my hands that woke me up real fast, a reminder that I was supposed to working here, not succumbing to Evan’s powerful draw. That’s when I snapped out of it, and forcefully wrenched my body and mind back to reality. I got the hell out of there, finally fighting the desire to press up against him.
He must have planned the whole thing. Stripping down to his underwear so I could see his manhood, and geez, that porn flick crap. I didn’t need my day ruined by seeing some naked porn star chick being screwed by a guy with a gigantic dick while she gave head to some other guy with an equally massive schlong. In those thirty seconds, the threesome did the nasty, and the guy with his dick in the girl’s mouth pulled back just so he could jerk off and come in her face, all while she took it from the other guy.
And Evan wondered why I had averted my eyes? Not that it didn’t turn me on, because I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. Not to mention gazing down at his more than average-sized member while I tried to work. I just hoped he was too busy being an ass to notice the heat rise to my cheeks, and the way breathing in air took that much extra effort. Thinking about it again, I was sure he noticed. Why else would he have the nerve to kiss me? Evan was taking things to a new low. He’d pulled out all the stops to rattle my cage.
And I took the bait.
It was working—in more ways than one.
“How’s it going?” Dr. Jeffries poked his head into the athletic training center supply room as I sanitized the extra wedges and bolsters I’d brought back from Evan’s place.
“It’s going, Professor Jeffries.”
“That bad?”
After his threat about making it so I couldn’t graduate because of my attitude, I’d promised myself I wouldn’t complain about this assignment anymore. I kept my frustration to myself, even though what I wanted to say was it was worse than I imagined, and I was damn close to driving a red hot poker into my own eye sockets just so I wouldn’t have to see him again.
“I’ll make it through. Not to worry.”
He leaned against the door frame, looking at me closely. “That’s the spirit. How’s Evan doing?”
“He wants to be off the injured list as quickly as possible.”
“Can you blame him?”
“No. I understand his reasons.”
He smiled and nodded. “Good, because this kid’s special. We all know he has a bit of an attitude, but Evan Marshall’s been working for this his entire life. The NFL draft is everything to some of these kids. Evan’s family is well off, but because they’re from a small town, the game is everything…to them and his neighbors and probably that entire community. No matter where a football player goes in a small town, they’re asked about the next game, or the next season. All the time. Non-stop. He’s expected to get drafted by the NFL. Think of it this way. You’ve been working to land a spot on the baseball team since you started college. He’s been working to get to the NFL since he was in elementary school…or even earlier.”
What could I say to that? My department head basically told me that what I wanted and how Evan treated me didn’t matter as much, because I hadn’t been after my goals all my life. And because my goals weren’t as
And then that kiss.
The brush of his mouth on mine made me ache in places I didn’t think existed. When he parted my lips and his hand reached up to my neck, it melted any resistance I might have had left over. He stole every weak breath I took while our tongues danced. If it weren’t for the plastic tub I’d been holding one to, I was sure my hands would have gripped onto his back or grasped his hair to keep going. It was the sensation of that container slowly sipping out of my hands that woke me up real fast, a reminder that I was supposed to working here, not succumbing to Evan’s powerful draw. That’s when I snapped out of it, and forcefully wrenched my body and mind back to reality. I got the hell out of there, finally fighting the desire to press up against him.
He must have planned the whole thing. Stripping down to his underwear so I could see his manhood, and geez, that porn flick crap. I didn’t need my day ruined by seeing some naked porn star chick being screwed by a guy with a gigantic dick while she gave head to some other guy with an equally massive schlong. In those thirty seconds, the threesome did the nasty, and the guy with his dick in the girl’s mouth pulled back just so he could jerk off and come in her face, all while she took it from the other guy.
And Evan wondered why I had averted my eyes? Not that it didn’t turn me on, because I’d be lying if I said it didn’t. Not to mention gazing down at his more than average-sized member while I tried to work. I just hoped he was too busy being an ass to notice the heat rise to my cheeks, and the way breathing in air took that much extra effort. Thinking about it again, I was sure he noticed. Why else would he have the nerve to kiss me? Evan was taking things to a new low. He’d pulled out all the stops to rattle my cage.
And I took the bait.
It was working—in more ways than one.
“How’s it going?” Dr. Jeffries poked his head into the athletic training center supply room as I sanitized the extra wedges and bolsters I’d brought back from Evan’s place.
“It’s going, Professor Jeffries.”
“That bad?”
After his threat about making it so I couldn’t graduate because of my attitude, I’d promised myself I wouldn’t complain about this assignment anymore. I kept my frustration to myself, even though what I wanted to say was it was worse than I imagined, and I was damn close to driving a red hot poker into my own eye sockets just so I wouldn’t have to see him again.
“I’ll make it through. Not to worry.”
He leaned against the door frame, looking at me closely. “That’s the spirit. How’s Evan doing?”
“He wants to be off the injured list as quickly as possible.”
“Can you blame him?”
“No. I understand his reasons.”
He smiled and nodded. “Good, because this kid’s special. We all know he has a bit of an attitude, but Evan Marshall’s been working for this his entire life. The NFL draft is everything to some of these kids. Evan’s family is well off, but because they’re from a small town, the game is everything…to them and his neighbors and probably that entire community. No matter where a football player goes in a small town, they’re asked about the next game, or the next season. All the time. Non-stop. He’s expected to get drafted by the NFL. Think of it this way. You’ve been working to land a spot on the baseball team since you started college. He’s been working to get to the NFL since he was in elementary school…or even earlier.”
What could I say to that? My department head basically told me that what I wanted and how Evan treated me didn’t matter as much, because I hadn’t been after my goals all my life. And because my goals weren’t as
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