“Sounds like an Eloise Gable problem.” I arched a brow.
“Let me just tell you how this plays out, so you’ll understand why what just happened can never happen again.”
“Nothing happened. Hence my situation,” I grunted, as my eyes moved down to where two hard peaks poked through her sports bra.
“What almost just happened.” She looked down and then crossed her arms over her chest. “Let’s say we acted on this brief little attraction, and then you decided to brag about it in the locker room?—”
I cut her off. “This isn’t fucking high school. Not that I’d have ever talked about anyone that way in a locker room back then either.”
“You know what I mean. It gets mentioned to one person, and then guess what, Clark?”
“What?” I moved closer to her. This pull between us was not something I’ve ever experienced before.
“You’re the star player. The professional athlete.” She threw her hands in the air. “I’m the physical therapist. I’m thereplaceable one. And I’m also the coach’s daughter, so me getting fired because I acted on something frivolous—well, it would embarrass my father as well as put a big, fat blemish on my career. One that I just started.”
“Clearly, you’ve thought about this.” I arched a brow.
“It’s not a joke to me. I’m the one who would be ruined by this. You would just be the playboy with another notch on your belt,” she said on a huff.
“Notch on my belt?” I made no attempt to hide my irritation. “I don’t know who you think I am, but that’s not really my style. I don’t disrespect women, and if you’ve noticed, I haven’t been out womanizing in the time you’ve known me.”
“You know what I mean,” she said, tucking a piece of hair that escaped her ponytail behind her ear. “We both signed contracts. I take that very seriously. What happened out in the water was a mistake, and I don’t think we should ever speak of it again. Nothing happened. It was nothing.”
I nodded. “Got it.”
“Go take a shower, and I’ll get my clothes in the dryer. I’ll meet you in the gym in twenty minutes.”
“Yep,” I said, before turning toward my room.
She was right. She was Coach Gable’s daughter, and I respected the hell out of the man. I was extremely attracted to her, but I hadn’t stopped to think about the consequences the way she had.
I respected the hell out of her, too. The last thing I’d ever want to do is cause her trouble. I knew how much this job meant to her, and I wouldn’t be the one to get in the way of that.
So I’d figure this shit out.
I stripped out of my briefs and stood under the hot water, my forehead resting against the tiled wall as the water beat down on my back. I wrapped my hand around my throbbing cock and stroked up and down several times.
Thoughts of Eloise and her tight little body pressed against mine out in the water flooded my thoughts.
Her lips parting, inviting me in, as my mouth covered hers.
Our tongues tangling frantically as she grinded up and down my erection. I slipped my briefs down with ease, sliding her shorts to the side as she positioned herself above the tip of my dick.
“I need you inside me now, Clark,” she whispered.
I shifted forward, and she took every inch of me.
She was tight and wet and perfect.
Fuuuuck.
I gripped her hips hard, sliding her up and down as I fucked her relentlessly.
She groaned, tightening around me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
She went right over the edge, crying out my name. I thrust one more time before I exploded with a grunt.
I continued fucking my hand as I came so hard my vision blurred.
