Page 26 of Tight Spot

“I don’t need your money.”

Just my body.

Should it have really pissed me off? Women I met at clubs did the same thing. Saw my muscles and height and climbed me like a tree at the first sign of interest from me.

Still…not this woman. This woman who initially assumed jocks were dumb as a box of rocks. Yeah, she apologized.

But damn.

“What else?” I asked, my irritation forcing me to grind my teeth together. “What else would you want? I imagine now you know I play pro football, that’d be a good fuck you to your ex too, yeah?”

“Well, yeah. Maybe. Darrick’s into golf, but I’ve never really seen him watch football.”

She said it so innocently like she wasn’t aware at all of the shit swirling in my mind. My chest.

This should have been an easy yes. I got what I wanted and didn’t have to rely on my hand.

And better…I could imagine her. Soft. Pliable. Compliant. Her hand would probably tremble the first time I showed her my cock. Her mouth would water, eyes might part in fear at my size. Her long lashes would grow wet the first time I pushed a little too deep into her throat.

I cleared my throat and vanquished those thoughts from my mind.

“In my defense,” Hailey said, and she was quieter now. More timid. “When we made that list and when my friends had that idea, I truly didn’t think any man would come close to meeting what I said. I only agreed as a joke, and if you’re not comfortable with that, I can understand.”

Uncomfortable with fucking a virgin? Teaching her how to please me?

What man wouldn’t like that.

My dick already sure as hell did. I’d need a half hour in an ice bath to get rid of the erection I was currently sporting.

Thank god for tablecloths and space.

I fisted my hair at the base of my neck before letting it drop.

“Seems like we both need something from each other, then.”

There was hope in her eyes as she blinked at me.

This was possibly a worse decision than not kicking Crystal out after she destroyed my house on New Year’s Eve, but there I was.

Willing to bend on my boundaries for a woman who needed help only I could give.

“Fine. I’ll do it. If you agree to be my girlfriend.”

She grinned. That soft little nervous laugh barely reached my ears. “Fake girlfriend.”

“Right. Deal?”

That time, her smile was blinding, knocking me straight on my ass. “Deal.”

What did I have to lose? She knew the score. Knew this was fake with a deadline.

And for the next six months? I got to spend all my time pleasuring her, teaching her…

Before I set her off to find some guy who’d appreciate all the effort.

Fuck. Me.

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