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Jesse adds a finger, sliding it between my thighs and up inside me, and I let myself cry out, moaning as the tension inside me ratchets up to nearly unbearable levels. He knows just how to play me, even though we’ve only been together a few times. I can tell he’s paid really close attention.

When the tip of his finger bounces off my G-spot, I can’t hold it in anymore. My body convulses, nearly throwing me off my feet. His hold on me tightens, holding me steady as I pulse hard against his mouth. He keeps stabbing into me, finger and tongue at the same time, until I see stars, then beyond, then start jerking at his hair because if he doesn’t stop I am straight-up going to have a heart attack and die.

Laughing, he eases back and comes to his feet, kissing me immediately, letting me taste my musk on his tongue.

“I want inside you,” he says. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes. Of course.” I do. Completely. So I don’t even flinch when he lifts me from the floor and sets my back against the tile, wrapping his legs around him.

“Comfortable?” he asks, wiggling his hips between my thighs. His cock is a millimeter from sinking inside me; I tip my own hips trying to get it closer. Get it in.

“Not bad. Tile’s a little chilly.” I can feel it biting into my skin, where I’ll undoubtedly have perfect lines embedded for hours after I get out of the shower. The thought of it makes me that much more aroused. The fact I just came makes no difference at all; I’m more than ready to explode again.

He shifts close enough that I can put my arms around his neck. His mouth welds to mine, gentleness gone, just claiming me. Then he moves us, just a tiny bit, and he’s inside me, hard and deep.

I moan into his mouth at the sensation. It feels impossibly good—the hot water pouring over us, his cock inside me, pressing hard into my body, his firm hands holding me secure against the wall. He’s still for a moment, even his mouth quiet on mine. Then he slides his tongue along the seam of my lips and starts to fuck me into the wall.

God, it’s incredible. He catches me a bit off guard, and I instinctively grab his shoulders, nails digging in. His responding gasp indicates he likes it, so I don’t let go. Leaning forward a little so my head doesn’t hit the tile, I hang on and just ride.

The friction of him inside me has lit me up again, and I’m moving back up the big hill of the roller coaster, closer and closer, rising an inch at a time. His rhythm slows, but he thrusts harder, one deep, intense shove at a time, and then he lets go.

He moans into the bend of my shoulder, a grinding, deeply satisfied sound. I feel him pulsing inside me, and my own body clenches and grabs, taking its own pleasure again. My breath stops, and I’m pretty sure my heart does, too, just for a few seconds.

He bites my shoulder, then my neck, then nips along my jawline, gradually easing me down. My thighs protest as I straighten them, then shake, uncertain of holding my weight.

“You okay?” he says, noticing my wobbliness.

“Yeah, you just fucked the hell out of me.”

He chuckles, sounding smug. “Good.”

“And the water’s starting to get cold.” The temperature has dropped several vital degrees over the last few seconds. Surely he’s noticed, but then again the heat we’ve been generating between us is making up some of the difference.

He turns the shower off with his foot and kisses me some more, then reaches out to grab a towel from the shelf. He wraps it around me and picks me up again.

“Familiar?” he says with that lecherous grin.

I chuckle. “Very.”

Still soaking wet, he steps out of the tub with me in his arms. He kisses me again. “So, ma’am, are you safe from the deadly fire raging through your loins? I mean your apartment?”

I widen my eyes. “No, Mr. Fire Chief, sir. I don’t think I am. I think I’m going to need your protection for the whole rest of the night.”

“Well, ma’am, I think that can be arranged.” He sets me on my feet, grabs a towel for himself, and wraps up.

“You’re the best firefighter ever,” I tell him as he tucks us into bed.

He strikes a pose, leaning on one elbow in the bed. “I’m glad to hear that. Because everybody knows those raging loin-fires aren’t going to put out themselves.”

He ducks his head under the covers and gets started kindling another raging loin-fire with his mouth. It’s going to be a long night, and that’s just the way I like it.





Chapter 14





Maddy




It’s interesting, being engaged to the fire chief, but I’m starting to get used to it. Sometimes I have to dress up and go to fundraisers and city events, like we’re important community pillars or something. Jesse’s busy, and so am I, but we still make sure there’s time for us to spend together, and to spend with Christopher. Somehow, Jesse even makes sure I have time to myself when I need to study.

Like tonight—I already told him I have a test coming up and some serious homework to do, so when I come home, he’s in the living room playing Legos with Christopher.

“Mommy!” Christopher runs to me and hugs me around the knees. “We makin’ Yeggos!”

“I see you are.” I just hope they all get picked up so I don’t step on one in the middle of the night.

Jesse smiles, getting to his feet to give me a hug and a kiss. “We’ll be busy with this for at least another hour,” he says. “This thing has a lot of pieces.” He gives me a wink, and I know right away that he arranged things that way so I’d have some peace and quiet for a while. “When we’re done, Christopher and I will make dinner, okay?”

“That sounds perfect.” I kiss him again, this time with more than a little gratitude. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, hon.” One more kiss, this one a little deeper.

“Ew,” says Christopher. “Jesse—Yeggos.”

“I’m being summoned,” Jesse says, and has a seat again on the floor.

I watch them for a little while, enjoying it. They get along so well—I can’t believe how lucky I am to have that. Finally I head for the room in the back of the house that we set up as my office. It’s a nice house, and we picked it out together, which makes it even better.

My desk is neatly arranged, ready for me to pick up studying where I left off. A sunbeam slants in through the window, and Thor is stretched out on the windowsill, soaking up the sun. I stroke him, and he rolls a little to let me rub his belly. I can feel him purring.

From the other room, Christopher’s laughter drifts in, and I smile.

It’s absolutely perfect.

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BLURB:

He’s a single dad, and he needs a lady



Chloe

I massage naked guys for a living, but it’s strictly business. As a physical therapist, I get my hands on the hottest guys in sports, but I’m a professional. I have rules.

And I’m *this* close to breaking every one of them.

It’s all his fault: Austin “The Champ” Sherwood, the gorgeous football god. He’s most valuable on the field, and most desired in the bedroom. He’s my obnoxious patient. I hate him. I want him. But we’re forced together as he's recovering from a season-ending injury.

Rejecting him should be easy. I shouldn’t want to date a client, but my heart melts when I see him with his baby daughter. A football god who’s not a player? He's a dream-come-true, but I can’t date him. Our forbidden romance could get me fired.

But what will we lose if we walk away?



Austin



They call me the Champ, but I’m no player



Let’s get one thing straight: I don’t date. When I see women, it’s just to get laid. That’s the way it is when you’re a single dad. Between my football career and raising my kid, I have no time to play the field. My world revolved around my baby girl until Chloe.

She’s my stuck-up, hot as hell physical therapist. She’s mouthy. Gorgeous. Smart as hell. And she hates me. She doesn’t like football, and I’m a wide-receiver. She doesn’t have kids—I’m a single dad.

Girls like her don’t go for guys like me, but I can’t get her out of my damn mind. I’ll play again when I heal from my injury, but her hands are the only ones I want on my body. She’s all attitude and sass until her clothes hit the floor. My daughter needs a mother—and Chloe's perfect.

I've got one goal in mind, and it's not just scoring with the Lady.

I want the whole nine yards.





Lady and the Champ





Chapter 1





Chloe





Austin spreads out on a table in front of me, naked except for the blanket that covers him from the waist down. A tiny cotton towel drapes over what I imagine is a fantastic ass, judging from watching him run in the extremely tight fabric of his football shorts. He has beautifully formed shoulders, wide as a door. The muscles on his back rise from his spine to form a groove you could sink your fingers deep into while he was riding you.

“He’s going deep,” the announcer from the small TV screams. “He could go all the way with this one!”

Austin bangs his fist on the table. “Come on!”