One Toe Out (A Complicated Love Story) by Desiree Day Page A

half-jokingly.
    Kirk kissed her shoulder, which was still damp with their sweat. “After that? No way!”
    Her stomach growled and her face reddened with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I’m hungry.”
    “ I guess you were running on fumes, because your energy level was off the charts,” he teased. He sat up, and Simone marveled again at his body, it was perfection personified. “I can cook something or we can go out…” He stopped, after seeing the horrified expression on Simone’s face. Kirk slumped back against the couch. “Let’s talk about this.”
    “ Yeah, we need to. J.T. is gonna kill us if he finds out about us.”
    “ I know, but if you want, this will be our first and last time together. I can order us some takeout,” he offered, lamely, knowing that it would be hard for him to stay away from her after feeling, touching and tasting her, she was like a drug to him, that once tasted he was hooked and needed it every day.
    Simone’s eyes watered. “I don’t want this to be our last time,” she croaked. “I like you, I really like you.” She looked up at him with tear stained eyes and Kirk’s heart nearly stopped. “What do you really want to do?”

Chapter 13
     
    J.T. stood in the middle of the football field surround by teenage boys. This is what he loved most about his job. He had flown to Detroit to conduct his football camp, it was an annual event. His foundation funded him or other NFL players to travel to different cities where they conducted a camp that gave the kids the fundamentals of football. So far this year, he had traveled to Cleveland, Buffalo, Miami, Baltimore, St. Louis and his hometown Atlanta. He’d get some of his colleagues to visit other cities.
    While he knew that the chances of any of them making it to the NFL was slim, football gave the kids something to live for, to aspire to and at the very least, they can earn a scholarship to college.
    He was watching a group of boys doing sprints when a man came up to him. J.T. blinked, the man was gorgeous. He was shorter than J.T., he estimated his height to be around five eight and that he weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds. He was bald, very clean shaven except for a thin mustache.
    “ Hey I’m Christian. I’m from Black Sports Magazine, Marcella sent me to take pictures of your sports camp for the magazine.”
    J.T. pulled himself out of his daze to answer. “Oh, what happened to Vivian? She usually does this.”
    “ She’s out on maternity leave.”
    “ Oh, okay,” J.T. muttered, he was transfixed with Christian’s eyes, they were light brown almost hazel with golden flecks.
    “ I know that I don’t have to say this, but be natural. I’ll be on the side taking pictures. You won’t even know that I’m here.”
    Oh, I’ll know. Christian strolled around the field with his camera shielding his face, he took shots of J.T. running with the kids, with him gesticulating wildly at them and occasionally laughing. Christian’s dick pulsed against his thigh, every time he looked at J.T.’s magnificent body, it grew harder. Christian discreetly adjusted himself. He took some very close ups of J.T.’s face and some tight shots of his lips and his ass and legs. He’d planned on keeping them for his private collection.
    Christian patiently waited at the end of the camp while J.T. signed autographs for the participants, their family and other onlookers who wanted it. An hour later, after everyone had left and with the sun beating down on them, they were the only two left on the empty field.
    “ Now I need to do the interview portion,” Christian announced.
    J.T. strolled over to a table and Christian was right behind him. J.T. picked up a bottle of Gatorade, unscrewed the cap and guzzled the entire contents. He tossed the empty container into the wastebasket. “Two points,” he crowed. He focused on Christian, something he didn’t want to do. While on the field with the kids, he felt Christian’s presence and