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“No, no, I—” I put a hand over my lips and moved away from him. “We can’t do that.”

“Why not?” Chase smiled. “Is it because Jeremy’s here? Because I can have him pull over and get out—”

“No, it’s not that,” I replied, glancing at the driver. “I mean—it is kind of, but that’s not the main reason why.”

“So what is the main reason why?”

I scrunched up my lips and looked up at him.

God, he’s handsome!

“This is my job,” I replied slowly. “And I can’t…don’t you have plenty of other girls throwing themselves at you?”

“I do,” he said simply.

“So then…why me?”

It was as though I’d asked him the perfect question.

“Because I don’t want them,” he replied, moving closer. “I want you.”

“I—”

I tried to speak, but no words came out. I realized I had my hand clenched desperately around the grip of my racquet like it was my safety line that would somehow protect me against Chase’s overwhelming charm and sexiness.

But as his lips touched mine again, I realized that this was a game I wasn’t going to win.

Chapter Four

Chase

My cock jerked beneath my pants as I kissed Cady’s delicate lips and filled my nose with her sweet scent. She wasn’t wearing any perfume, and I actually loved that. Girls always got themselves dolled up trying to impress me, and if I had to smell one more perfume from Paris or Milan or wherever on some girl trying to get in my pants (or bank account), I was going to be sick.

But not Cady. I could smell her hair, with a faint scent of shampoo or conditioner, and her scent, which had all my man instincts on fire.

If she wasn’t a student-athlete, she could have been a model. In fact, she could probably do regular and sports modeling with a body like that…a body I was dying to claim as mine.

This was a girl I’d be proud to have at my side at any restaurant or night spot in the city, any movie premiere or press event, or even just back at my penthouse lying in bed with me…

…especially that.

I’d been thinking about her all night. I’d hardly even slept. Every time I lay my head down on the pillow, filthy fantasies flitted through my mind of all the things I wanted to do to her.

I knew I had to have her, so I’d made the right arrangements to free up her day. I also knew she’d come—first with me in the car and then with me again and again and again…

No girl had turned my head like this before. Cady had my body on fire, my blood boiling, and my focus on her and nothing else. Thankfully it was the weekend and I didn’t have anything pressing to take care of or I would have been screwed.

I leaned into her and felt her plump breasts against my chest and almost lost it when she moaned against my lips.

That’s it, princess. Anything for you.

She was wearing one of her tennis skirts again, and if today was anything like yesterday, I knew there was nothing going on underneath.

With my dick as hard as a rock, ready to burst out of the fly of my pants, I ran my hand up her leg like I’d done back in the locker room. Her body quivered and I felt her warmth on my fingertips as I sought her flower.

And then I felt it—the wetness on her inner thighs that signaled her arousal for me. No matter what she said now, even if she tried to play coy with me, I knew she wanted me just as much as I wanted her. And I was going to have her.

I went to slide a finger inside her but she closed her legs and stopped me.

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