Lady and the Champ

By: Katherine Lace
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Austin spreads out on a table in front of me, naked except for the blanket that covers him from the waist down. A tiny cotton towel drapes over what I imagine is a fantastic ass, judging from watching him run in the extremely tight fabric of his football shorts. He has beautifully formed shoulders, wide as a door. The muscles on his back rise from his spine to form a groove you could sink your fingers deep into while he was riding you.

“He’s going deep,” the announcer from the small TV screams. “He could go all the way with this one!”

Austin bangs his fist on the table. “Come on!”

“Look at that penetration! He’s going to take it all the way!”

“Don’t stop!”

I bite my lip savagely to stop myself from laughing. God. Who knew football commentary could be so erotic? It’s definitely not helping me take my mind off the more positive features of the body in front of me. In fact, it’s making me think even more about the curve of his back, the rise of his ass, and how tight he could hang on to me with those big thighs.

Penetration, indeed.

That’s inappropriate as hell. Jesus.

Inappropriate, but hard not to think about when I’m locked in a small room that has shelves of massage oils—lube—and one of the most gorgeous men I’ve ever laid eyes on.

There are plenty of men who would kill for my job. The women? They’d kill me just to have their hands on Austin “the Champ” Sherwood. Star wide receiver. Larger than life celebrity. Chiseled good looks. Tabloid fodder. Not a day goes by that I don’t see the Champ’s lurid sexploits splashed all over tabloids in the grocery store. He’s a player on and off the field, and right now he’s my insufferable patient.

A small TV blares in front of Austin’s face, propped up by a foldup table. He insisted on watching the game. My boss unplugged his TV from his office and lent it to me to satisfy our very important but extremely annoying client. I don’t know whether I’m more annoyed with him or with the fact that he’s hot. It’s like a punishment to all women from God.

I clutch hard onto Austin’s shoulders, trying to wrench some of the knots out of him while he’s relatively still and at the same time distracting myself from the heat building between my legs.

Focus on the patient.

Yeah, that’s good. Focus on work, which is touching the stupid, hot jock. I deal with a lot of bros in my line of work. It sort of comes with the territory. Conversations in locker rooms tend to revolve around recent advancements in protein shakes, brags about their bench numbers, or how they ‘banged this hot chick last night.’ It’s mind-numbingly boring. They all sound and act the same. Any attraction I have for them vanishes the moment they open their dumb mouths, but working for them pays really well.

“So close!” the announcer says, echoed by Austin, who slams one fist into the massage table. I jump as his blow rattles the whole table.

“Sorry, Doc.”

A stab of irritation hits my chest. “The name is Chloe, actually.”

Austin shifts his body slightly as he turns around. His handsome face breaks into a wide smile that makes heat rise to my cheeks. Damn him, but he won the genetic lottery. He could spend his whole life posing naked for magazines and never want for anything. Austin has a chiseled, masculine face that most guys would kill for. There’s nothing delicate about his six foot three frame or the way he looks at me through those hooded, dark eyes. He wears his hair a little bit longer than the other guys, and somehow it never gets flattened by his helmet.

Why the hell do I notice this shit?

“What’s wrong with calling you Doc?”

I dull my voice into that monotone that I reserve for patients, even though I’m flustered. “Chloe is what I go by.”

“‘Doc’ has a nice ring to it.”

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