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  “Well…” I begin, my voice dipping low in register, heavy as it is with wild lust. “What I really need is proof that you’re totally, unquestionably fit.”

  “What,” he murmurs, slowly starting to close the space between our bodies, “Don’t you think I’m fit, Poppy?”

  “That’s Ms. Abrams to you,” I murmur, arching my back as if magnetized to his glorious body. “I’m a professional kind of girl, you know.”

  With a grin, Maddox presses his body to mine, letting me feel the raging hardness testing the endurance of his athletic shorts. A gasp escapes my throat, echoing off the walls of the examination room. His thick, rock-hard cock is pressed flush against my body. Mere layers of clothing separate his skin from mine. My eyes go wide as he shifts his weight, giving me a preview of his throbbing enormity.

  “Oh yeah,” Maddox growls, his gray eyes burning with need, “Very professional.”

  A shiver of anticipation runs down my spine as Maddox takes hold of my slender waist and lifts me onto the exam table. Picking me up is effortless for him, as easy as if I were filled with feathers. But of course, the only thing I’m full of now is quickened blood, fiery lust, and an aching need that can only be satisfied by one thing—being filled up by him.

  “Looks like your knee is fine while stationary,” I breathe, grinning back at Maddox as I toy with the hem of my tank top, “But you know, I’m gonna need to see it in action before I can say for sure.”

  Maddox stares at me hungrily as I lift the tank over my head, revealing my firm B-cups as I do. I shake out my long ash brown hair, letting it fall between my sharp shoulder blades. My nipples are hard and tight, and not from the cold anymore. A low groan rumbles all through Maddox’s hard body as he takes in the sight of me laying back on the table in nothing but my thin leggings.

  “You want action?” he murmurs, running his hands up my scantly-clothed legs, “I’ll show you action. Ms. Abrams.”

  In one swift movement, he’s pulled himself onto the table, kneeling over me in all his cut glory. His cock presses against the fabric of his shorts, moments away from splitting the garment in two. His hands continue their journey up along my body, grabbing a firm hold of my tits as he lowers his powerful body to mine. My head falls backward as I feel his enormous member grind against my pussy. I’ve been wet for him since the moment he backed me up against this table. Wet, throbbing, and so, so ready to feel him drive into me.

  I suck in a breath as Maddox closes his teeth around my hard nipple, biting me just hard enough for it to feel amazing. I buck my hips against his, raking my fingers down his back as he sucks and bites at my nipples, taking his sweet time.

  “Does that hurt?” he asks, looking up at me after a particularly searing nip.

  “Yeah,” I gasp, running my fingers through his short brown hair, “But in the good way.”

  I tighten my fingers in his hair, pulling back slightly. Just so he can feel it. His eyes blaze as I show him that I like to give as good as I get.

  “Full of surprises, are you?” he murmurs.

  “You have no idea,” I smile back.

  Maddox raises himself to his knees, reaches for the waistband of my leggings, and peels them down my trembling legs. I’m spread open before him on the table, our roles as doctor and patient reversed. The idea of “playing doctor” has never seemed so exciting. The second my leggings are off, he runs his fingertips along my thigh, moving ever closer to my slick pussy.

  “Wait,” I breathe, inching back along the table.

  “What is it?” he asks, eyes affixed to my lithe, naked form.

  “I want to see you too, Walcott,” I reply, nodding at his shorts. “Have to make sure I’m giving you a thorough checkup, don’t I?”

  Straightening his back, Maddox hooks his thumbs in the waist of his shorts and slowly begins to lower them. My eyes are riveted to the throbbing swell between his legs as it’s finally revealed to me. His cock all but springs forward once released, standing straight and tall before my watering mouth. The second he tosses his shorts away, I bring myself off the table and kneel before him. I need both hands to fully take hold of his staggering length. Working my fingers all along his shaft, I bring my lips to the bell-shaped tip of his cock. Maddox buries his fingers in my long hair, tugging deliciously as I take his head into my mouth.

  I let my tongue glide along the sensitive underside of his manhood, relishing the feel of him in my mouth. I’ve never taken anyone this substantial into me before. But I’ve always been the kind of lady who’s up for a good challenge. Tightening my grip ever so slightly, I slide my hands down his shaft and let him slide further into me, running my tongue along his length. I can feel him growing harder by the second as I move my hand to cup his firm balls, letting him feel my hands and mouth everywhere.

  Suddenly, Maddox counters me by bringing his strong hand down between my spread legs. I glance up at him, sucking hard at the tip of his cock as he lays two fingers against my wet, aching pussy. A shudder of pleasure rolls from that pink flesh up through my entire body as Maddox lays me down on the table beneath him. He catches my wrists, pinning them above my head as his other hand traces long, slow strokes along my sex. Kissing deeply along my throat, Maddox draws his fingers up along my slit. My rapturous gasp lets him know the second he hits my throbbing clit. A low moan rises from my throat as he traces firm circles all around that aching button. How could he know that that’s exactly how I like to be touched?

  I let my knees fall far apart as he rolls my clit beneath his expert fingers. The pleasure that’s been mounting in a slow burn erupts into a blaze as Maddox touches me there. I shove my hands through my hair, unable to even see the ceiling above me, so addled am I by this insane, unprecedented pleasure. Just when I think I can’t take anymore, I feel his other hand moving toward my sex. I cry out as he slips two shapely fingers into my pussy, pulsing them against that delicious spot inside of me as he bears down on my clit with light, quick circles and flicks.

  My hips buck wildly as the hot, tight pressure grows in my core. I can feel myself teetering on the edge of orgasm, ready to soar into the blissful abyss at any moment. Just as I feel myself about to peak, Maddox does something that surprises me more than anything else that’s occurred tonight. He brings his lips to mine and kisses me, hard and deep. Somehow, a simple kiss on the lips feels impossibly intimate, even in the midst of this frenzied fuck. My mouth opens to his in eagerness and surprise, his full lips catching mine as his tongue glides against mine. The coupled sensations of his mouth and hands do me in. Clutching Maddox’s broad shoulders, I hang on for dear life as a huge, sweeping orgasm crashes through my body.

  For a moment, the entire world beyond our intertwined bodies disappears. The entire universe is made up only of this feeling. This feeling that Maddox Walcott brought raining down on me. I gaze up into his bottomless gray eyes as the overpowering pleasure rushes over me, leveling me with its warm, electrifying power. Finally, as the sensation begins to ebb away, the world starts to come into focus again. Maddox poises himself above me, looking satisfied with himself as I drift back down to planet earth.

  “So?” he growls, letting his hard cock brush against the incredible wetness between my legs, “D’you have your proof yet?”

  “No way,” I breathe, a mischievous smile spreading across my flushed face.

  “I was hopin’ you’d say that,” he grins back.

  The breath catches in my throat as I feel myself become suddenly airborne. Mad’s flipped me effortlessly onto my belly beneath him. He steps down off the table above me, pulled my hips backward so that I’m on my hands and knees before him. I glance over my shoulder as he runs his hands along the generous swell of my ass. I certainly don’t mind a man who appreciates my curvier features.

  I expect to feel the swollen tip of his cock press against my pussy, doggy-style—which I am more than down for, by the way. But what I feel instead makes my vision swim. Maddox’s tongue traces along the length of my s
lit, licking up my wetness with obvious pleasure. My mouth falls open into an amazed, awestruck gape as he lavishes my pussy with his tongue, his fingers digging into my hips all the while. If I thought he was good with his hands, then he’s a goddamn virtuoso with his mouth. After mere moments of his attentions, I feel another wild orgasm building in my core.

  “Holy shit,” I rasp, as his tongue traces further and further back along my sex. I feel the tip of his tongue glance against the tight circle of my asshole. No one’s ever done that to me before. I never expected that I would like it. But as he runs his tongue around that muscular “o”, I’m ready to come in a heartbeat. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. Satisfying on a whole new level. A level I’d sure as hell like to revisit.

  “You’re close, aren’t you?” he growls, straightening up behind me.

  “Right at the edge,” I groan, letting my head fall between my shoulders.

  He picks me up by the waist once more, setting my feet down on the tile floor and bending me promptly over the exam table. I grab hold of the table’s sides, bracing myself for the enormity of him as he swiftly fetches a condom from his jeans pocket and rolls it down his cock in record time.

  “You come prepared, huh?” I grin breathlessly.

  “Pun intended, Ms. Abrams?” he shoots back without missing a beat. I love a man who can keep up with my banter—and mid-fuck no less.

  With his hands planted firmly on my waist, Maddox brings the head of his cock to my more-than-ready slit. Our hands tighten in unison as he winds up ever so slightly and bucks his hips forward, driving his cock into my eager pussy. I can’t contain my wild cry of elation as I feel him fill me up, more and more with every powerful thrust. I push back to meet him at every pass, taking as much of him as I possibly can.

  We fall into a seamless rhythm, each of us giving everything we’ve got. We’re teammates, collaborators—urging each other to be better, faster, stronger. I can feel him at my core, plowing into me as I throw myself back against him. I feel his cock in the very center of my body, like he could split me open at any second. Resting my cheek against the cool table, I catch of glimpse of us in the darkened exam room mirror. I almost forget to breathe as I catch this glimpse of Maddox Walcott in the act. His every muscle stands out in sharp definition as he fucks me. Every ounce of his energy, attention, and power are all focused on me. The sight of him giving himself over completely sends a flare of excitement ricocheting off every corner of my body.

  “I’m so close, Mad…” I gasp, my fingers digging into the table’s edge.

  “You want to come with me?” he growls, picking up the pace of his epic thrusts.

  “Yes,” I cry, “Yes, I want to come with—”

  But my words cut out as Maddox rears back and sends his cock crashing into me one last time. Our voices rise up together as we come hard, pulsating with sensation. I feel his cock pulse deep inside me, sending a tremor of satisfaction rippling through my body. Maddox falls forward, his chiseled chest pressed to my back. I can feel his heart thundering right along with mine, slowly regaining its normal rhythm as we float back down from cloud nine. I peer over my shoulder to take in his sculpted features.

  “Well,” I breathe, “I think I have all the proof I need, by now.”

  “That so?” he laughs, his voice vibrating at the point of the rather intimate connection we still share.

  “Sure,” I reply, lifting myself off his impressive cock. “If you perform half as well tomorrow as you did tonight, we might just have a shot of winning.”

  “You liked my performance then, did you?” he replies, striding across the room in the altogether to pick up his jeans.

  “I think you show a lot of potential for such young man,” I tease him, slipping back into my leggings.

  “S’nice of you to say,” he drawls sarcastically, “It was an eye-opener for me too. I don’t usually hook up with older broads.”

  I roll my eyes as I shuck on my tank top.

  “I’m 26, asshole,” I inform him, “I can’t have more than a few years on you.”

  “Actually…” he replies, “I peg it as more like several years.”

  “Several?” I echo, my eyes going wide. I know he’s a sophomore in college, but Maddox looks for the world like he’s in his mid-to-late twenties. But I wager a guess in the early-twenties column. “What are you then, like, 21?”

  He gives me a thumbs down and he steps into his jeans, enjoying my discomfort.

  “20?” I ask, my voice wavering.

  Another thumbs down from the man who I just fucked with totally abandon. My heart starts to race, and not pleasantly this time, either.

  “Oh god…” I groan, staring at Maddox in horror, “You’re at least legal aren’t you? You’re not some 17-year-old soccer prodigy or—”

  His raucous laughter cuts me off. I stare at him in bafflement as he clutches his perfect stomach, doubled over and laughing at my expense.

  “I don’t see what’s so funny,” I say testily, crossing my arms across my chest.

  “Relax love,” he says at last, getting ahold of himself, “I’m all grown up, don’t you worry. Turning 19 last month.”

  “19 is ‘all grown up’?” I shoot back, relieved that he’s of age after all but still amazed that a teenager could fuck like that.

  “When you grow up like I did, 19 is closer to the grave than the cradle,” he says, the laughter flickering out of his eyes.

  Not knowing what to say to such a serious sentiment, I decide to make a joke instead. Cracking jokes in awkward situations is my favorite coping mechanism, after all.

  “Well. Glad to hear that I’m not a pervert!” I smile, giving Maddox a friendly clap on his broad, muscular shoulder.

  “Not in the eyes of the law, maybe. But now I know better,” he winks.

  “Takes one to know one,” I shoot back, stepping around him and out of the room.

  As we take our leave of the training facility, it’s nearly 2 a.m. We part ways with no fuss, no deep professions. This was a one-night stand, I tell myself. Cut and dry. My time at this university will be over in a few short weeks, and then I’ll probably never see Maddox Walcott again, except maybe on ESPN. It’s probably better that way, I think as I head home for a couple measly hours of shut-eye. A man as gorgeous, ambitious, and arrogant as that can’t be anything but trouble. And I’ve got way too much to accomplish in my life for that kind of trouble, thank you very much. I’ve got a plan—and it doesn’t include falling for any hot-tempered soccer stars.

  Still, as I watch Maddox Walcott take the field the next day and crush it as our team’s star striker, I’m keenly aware of the delicious ache lingering between my legs. Maybe another one-night stand or two before we part ways wouldn’t hurt.

  Or at least, maybe it would only hurt in the good way…

  Chapter One

  Maddox

  London

  January, 2016

  “Jesus Christ, Mad,” my little sister Rose exclaims as she lets herself into my place, “Your flat is a bloody disaster.”

  “Haven’t much felt like tidyin’ up,” I grumble, keeping my eyes glued to the telly. My own face stares back at me from the flat screen, just like it has all morning. “I’ve been a bit busy watching my life go down the crapper.”

  “You’d think these news idiots could find something more interesting to talk about than my big brother gettin’ sacked,” Rose says, sitting next to me on my unmade bed. “I mean, think about it. War! Famine! Political corruption! And all they can talk about is your sorry arse?”

  “You tryna be all comforting or some shit?” I shoot back, watching as a new caption ticks across the screen:

  Star Striker Booted From Premier League for Alleged Gang Activity.

  “Fuck comforting,” Rose scoffs, flicking a bleached blonde curl over her shoulder. “I’m pissed as hell for you, Mad.”

  “Why?” I reply, the corners of my mouth turning up despite the dire situation, “Were
you hoping one of my teammates would make a proper WAG out of you?”

  “Oh, piss off,” she pouts, not even bothering to deny it. “As if wanting to be a wife or girlfriend to somebody is some kind of tragedy.”

  “S’not a tragedy. Just a little pathetic is all,” I smile, giving her a pat on the head, her least favorite thing in the world. I know I shouldn’t take my bad news out on her, but she couldn’t have expected anything else when she decided to come over here. I’ve just been banned from the top football league in the UK, run out of the only job I’ve ever had. I’m allowed to be an asshole for a morning. Or… y’know. More of an asshole.

  We fall into tempestuous silence, staring at the muted TV. It’s bad enough knowing that I’m getting dragged through the shit in the media. I don’t need to hear their pet theories about why I got banned from the only league worth playing in. My skin’s as tough as it comes, but this whole thing is throwing me for a fucking loop. Since I was eight years old, football is how I made my way in this world. That’s what got me out of the slums and into the good graces of the Hackney Firm. Some people like to call the Firm a common gang, but it’s so much more than that. It’s a brotherhood. The only real family I’ve ever had apart from Rosie here. So what if they rough a couple blokes up every once in a while? They only ever fuck up the ones that deserve it. But now my family ties are putting my career in jeopardy. What am I supposed to do if I can’t play football in my own bloody country?

  “I just have to wait ‘em out,” I growl, snapping off the TV and striding toward the kitchen. I bought this flat in cash after my first season in the Premier League. It’s all modern and industrial, posh as fuck. A far cry from the council estate me and Rose grew up in. And I’ll tell you one thing—I ain’t got no intentions of backsliding to that old life. I’ve worked too hard to let that happen.

  “Do they even have any proof of what they’re saying, about you being some kind of boss man in The Firm?” Rose asks, trailing after me. Just like she used to do when we were kids, all but fending for ourselves after Mum left and Dad made the pub his primary residence.