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“It’s not a big deal,” she replied. “I’m used to it—”

“Well, I am a member,” I told her, taking her hand. “Which means I can take you out back to the showers.”

Cady basically froze when I said that, and for the first time since we’d met, I saw a look in her eyes—the look I’d been waiting for—the chink in her armor of professionalism. It was a look that let me know that no matter what came out of her mouth next, she wanted to come back to the showers with me.

“I—I don’t think—”

“That’s okay,” I told her, pulling her close, close enough that I could smell her shampoo (almond-coconut) and feel the warmth from her incredible body. “You don’t have to think. Just come.”

Her mouth hung open and I almost kissed her right then and there, but there were people around and I liked my privacy.

“Mr. Brenton…”

“Please,” I whispered. “Call me Chase.”

I pulled her quickly to the locker room, my heart pounding and my cock aching for her beautiful body. I may have just had a nice hard practice, but I had the endurance for at least a few rounds with her.

Her scent was in my nostrils as I swept her into the showers and tugged the curtain closed behind us—and then I was on her.

My lips found the skin of her neck. I tasted salt and my cock screamed to be let out as I pressed my body against hers.

I felt the firm mounds of her breasts against my chest. She gasped as I brought my lips to hers, but her mouth hung open to accept my kiss like she’d been thinking about it from the moment she saw me.

I certainly had.

I wrapped my arms around her and realized just how small she was compared to me. Her skin was soft but she was firm and sculpted, like a Grecian goddess.

“Mr. Brenton…” she whispered.

“Chase,” I whispered back as I kissed her cheek and then her earlobe. “Call me Chase.”

I found her thigh and lifted the hem of her skirt, traced the line of her quads up and in, expecting to find the fabric of her panties, but that wasn’t what happened.

I felt wetness against my fingertips, and it wasn’t from the light coating of sweat between her thighs, either. No, this sassy tennis pro of mine wasn’t wearing any panties.

Fuck!

I couldn’t resist. I moved my hand higher, curled my finger and went for it, and just as I felt the tight warmth grip the tip of my finger, Cady pulled away.

“N—no,” she stammered, backing toward the curtain. “We can’t.”

“Don’t worry,” I told her. “No one will walk in on us.”

“It’s not that that I’m worried about, it’s—” She stopped, put a hand over her mouth and stood there with her legs together.

“Cady—”

“I have to go,” she said, and before I could stop her, she turned around, pushed the curtain out of her way, and raced out of the locker room, leaving me standing there dumbfounded with my dick hard and my head spinning.

“Holy shit…” I whispered as I reached down and flipped my cock up into my waistband to relieve some of the tension from my shorts.

My whole world felt like it was spinning. Cady had ambushed me with her beauty, then escaped before I could get a taste. And now I was going to have to wait until next Friday for my next lesson so I could see her again?

No. I don’t think so.

Jeremy would know how to find her. We’d warmed up together, but hadn’t gotten our rounds in, and I’d be damned if I was going to let a girl like her get away from me.

Never. Gonna. Happen.

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