Page 176 of Off the Pitch

He was older with olive skin, and rich, dark eyes that seemed to rake over my body in a way that sent shivers up my spine. There was a vaguely familiar curve to his jaw, but I’d seen so many faces today it was probably because he reminded me of one of Liam’s guests. The sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up to his elbows and the bottom of it was tucked into dark jeans that hugged his body. Even in the low light of the bar, I could tell he was in shape. It was obvious in the way his jeans were moulded to his thighs and the way his shirt clung to his shoulders.

He was hot as fuck and exactly what I was looking for.

I was usually averse to picking up strangers outside of the privacy of the clubs. You never knew if they would start telling people after you’d fucked, and I was careful to keep my private life out of the spotlight. But there was no glimmer of recognition in his eyes that suggested he knew who I was.

It was kind of hard to miss when people recognised me, and while I sometimes liked the boost it gave my ego when someone sexy fanned over me, sometimes I liked the fact that I could just be Jordan, not Jordan Green, Greenwich and England midfielder.

“Thanks,” I said, giving the guy my most charming smile. I’d already decided I wanted him, now I just had to make sure I got what I wanted. “What are you drinking?”

“I’ll have the same,” he said, motioning to the bartender. He gave me an easy grin, leaning on the bar beside me. “You look like you’ve been somewhere interesting.”

I was still wearing my suit jacket and waistcoat from the wedding, although I’d loosened the tie and unbuttoned the top of my shirt. I’d never gotten around to taking either of them off, but now I realised I was dressed smarter than everyone else in the bar. The suit was tailored, and I knew it made me look good.

“My best friend got married,” I said, taking the drink he handed me and locking eyes with him as I lifted it to my lips. “The reception’s in the ballroom.”

“Congratulations.” He raised his own drink, almost in cheers before he took a sip. He had deliciously full lips that I couldn’t help picturing wrapped around my cock. “So, are you finally sick of dancing or did you just need a decent drink?”

“The second,” I said with a wry smile. “He’s my best mate, and I’m happy for him, but I’m pleased it’s all over.”

“The best thing about weddings is the free booze,” the man said dryly. I snorted.

“Sounds like you’re speaking from experience.”

“Trust me, I am.” He took a sip of his vodka. A couple of drops clung to his lips, and I wanted to lick them off. My dick throbbed in my suit trousers.

“What about you?” I asked. “Here for anything special?”

“Not really,” he said. His accent was mixed, not quite English but not quite American either. There was a lilt of something else I couldn’t place. Mostly because my brain was already fantasising about him whispering filth in my ear. “I’m just in London for a few days on business.”

Those were almost like magic words. A sexy, older man from out of town who wasn’t going to be staying. Yes, please. My tongue flicked out to lick my lips, a wicked smile playing across them. “Perfect timing.”

“So, do you have a date you need to get back to? Or can I tempt you to stay here a little longer?”

“No date,” I said, trying not to swallow my tongue. His gaze was so intense I felt like I was going to melt under the heat of it. “What about you? Here alone?”

“Yes.” He smiled darkly, and my stomach did a somersault. “I’m not really one for relationships. I’d rather just enjoy myself.”

“Well, relationships aren’t exactly my specialty either.” That wasn’t my best line. I probably sounded like a fucking idiot, but this guy was making me trip over my own tongue. I had better moves than this. I just wasn’t sure where they’d fucked off to.

“I find weddings make people want one of two things,” he said, leaning a little closer and dropping his voice. Holy fuck did it make me want to get on my knees. “A wedding of their own or a good, hard fuck to take the taste away.”

“Well, I don’t really fancy getting married,” I said, raising an eyebrow.

The man smirked, draining the last of his drink. “What about the second?”

“That’s a different question.” I placed my empty glass on the bar.

“What’s the answer?”

“Yes.”

Chapter Two

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Jordan

I followed the man out of the bar and towards the lift, surreptitiously looking around to see if anyone had spotted us. The last thing I needed was to get cornered by someone I knew.

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