Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance

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make sure she knows I know that.
    I move against her suddenly, grinning as her breath catches and as her eyes dart up to mine. Her lips part slowly, her tongue darting out to wet them. And for a moment, I’m about to tear those fucking business clothes right off and remind her exactly how bad she wants this.
    She takes a step back, shaking her head.
    “I think we should discuss your contract,” she says quickly, smoothing her skirt down. “Seeing as I’m leaving in-” she glances at her silver wristwatch, “twenty minutes.”
    I flash a cocky grin at her as I hook my thumbs into the edge of the towel, pulling it low towards the thickening bulge in the front of it.
    “There’s a lot we could do in twenty minutes, sugar,” I growl out, holding her eyes and letting mine burn right into her.
    London swallows thickly before she crosses her arms under her breasts and gives me a level look, shaking her head. “Let’s talk about your contract.”
    I sigh. “Fine, the contract.”
    “We can’t go higher.” She shrugs. “I’m just going to level with you. The preliminaries we already sent Randy are the highest it’s going to get, no matter how good your manager thinks he is.”
    I nod, mulling it over.
    Randy’s right, the offer is good, even if it’s a little lower than what I’m pulling in Denver. Especially since Randy’s also right about the re-negotiations here; after last season and the bullshit of the offseason, there’s no way I’m keeping the same figures I was getting last year.
    And to top it off, there’s that pressing need to run. There’s the undeniable feeling that I’ve stayed too long in a place I’ve called home all my life. And now, it just feels more like a commitment than a place I can call my own.
    I need to get out of this town, and this is exactly the opportunity I need.
    I stare at the sassy little spitfire of a girl standing in front of me - the one who blew my fucking mind last night with that rocking little body riding me senseless. I let my eyes wander over her, feeling the rush from last night coursing through my veins and my thoughts.
    I shake my head.
    Cool out, man.
    Because the “contract” we’re discussing and the move I’m considering is to go to Houston to play football , not for the prospect of fucking that tight, perfect pussy again.
    London clears her throat, dragging my eyes from the curve of her hip in that skirt back up to her face.
    “Randy needs to know that, before we start wasting each other’s time with the back and forth. The number in the preliminaries really are as high as we’ll go. I’m just being honest with you so we can skip the BS.”
    I nod. “I’ll make sure he knows.”
    London shrugs. “Still interesting in Houston, then?”
    Houston. Playing for the Bulls. NOT that hot ass, those perfect tits, those cock-throbbingly pouty lips.
    I clear my throat. “Yeah, still interested.”
    She holds my eyes for another second.
    “Well, okay then.” She smiles, still all business. “I’ll talk to my people, you talk to yours, and we’ll send some stuff later today.”
    She turns and starts zipping up her suitcase.
    “You want to make the announcement or should we?”
    I frown, grinding my teeth and feeling my heart sink at the thought of telling this town I’m leaving.
    “Me.”
    London turns and nods slowly. “Well, okay then. I guess we’re done?”
    It’s amazing to me that this formal, all business, all straight-laced, tough-negotiating “LJ Jacobs” is the same London Jacobs from last night. The businesswoman standing in front of me looking like she’s ready to head into a shareholder meeting is the same hot little cowgirl who rode my cock like a bull last night while she came like a hurricane.
    “Done?” I flash a grin at her as I step towards her once more, my palm going to the wall behind her.
    “We’ve still got fifteen minutes til you gotta leave, you know.”
    London’s cheeks flush as her eyes burn something fierce

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