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I brought the weight down to my chest, muscles working off memory, and then lifted it back up.

When I sat up and looked at her, she was biting her bottom lip.

This was turning her on.

Good.

I went back to the bar, adding weight until I knew I had to be well over her size. Then I laid down, doing my best to make it look easy. When I finished, the weight clanged back into the rack and I went to sit up, but she said, “Wait.”

“What?” I asked, hand on the bar above me.

That’s when I saw her swing her leg over the bench so she was straddling me, riding me. My hands went to her hips, under her skirt, and I realized she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Holy fucking shit.

I gripped the meat of her hip and grinded her against me. Fuck, she felt good.

Was this really happening? Her, in my jersey, on top?

Yes.

I bucked my hips under her, showing her my growing erection. No amount of masturbating with her panties had anything on this view.

She held on to the bar, grinding on me, tossing her head back so long blond hair fell down her back. It was just long enough for me to reach up and grab it, tugging gently until she moaned.

“Let’s take this upstairs,” I replied.

“Security’s outside the door,” she hummed, bending down to kiss my jaw, my neck.

Fuck, it would be hard to wait. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“We don’t need them,” she replied, trailing kisses over my collarbone. “I was just tested last month.”

I cringed because there was no good way to say this. When you were a man in my position, you had to be careful. Very careful. I’d heard of women doing crazy shit with my teammates—getting condoms out of the trash can, taking fake pills to act like they were on birth control, all numbers of things to have a pro football player’s baby. “I’m clean too, but I’d feel safer if we used one.” I ran my hands over the luscious curve of her ass.

“I had that taken care of years ago,” she said simply, sliding down my legs to lift my shirt and kiss my hard stomach.

If it were any other woman, I would have insisted on going up to the room to get protection, but I realized with Mia... I trusted her.

The realization caught me so off guard, I didn’t quite know what to do or how to react to the information. But the blood flowing to my cock kept me from thinking too hard about anything other than her.

As she kissed my chest, I reached for her, pulling her up to kiss me. Then I reached under her skirt again, finding her already wet for me. “Fuck,” I hissed, sliding up to her clit and adding pressure with my thumb.

She let out a moan, bucking her hips against me. “Ford,” she gasped.

“Lift up,” I ordered, and she quickly complied.

My shorts were down in a matter of seconds, thinking of nothing but how I wanted to fill her up, feel her stretch around me. Feel her shake and quiver on my cock.

Her gaze was hooded as she looked at my length, and she licked her pillowy lips.

“Are you ready for me?” I asked.

Her voice rang clear. “Yes.”

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