Damon says he’s a former athlete, and it wasn’t only his body that proved it—his goddamn stamina did, too. By the third time I came, I had tears running down my face. I think it was close to 4 a.m. when we both finally passed out.
I’m about to head to the shower when I hear someone make a disgruntled sound, and I snap my head to the other side of the bed.
Oh.
Damon’s still here.
He’s lying on his front, naked, and his dark hair’s a mess. He’s got small purplish bruises all over his neck and shoulders—courtesy of me. God, he looks so good, especially under the bright lights.
Even if I expected him to be gone by now, maybe he’d… want to go another round? My body’s sore, but we could go at it slowly. I could ride him and set my own pace. Or we could suck each other off.
I only do one-night stands, and I made that clear enough last night, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t do one more for the road.
And maybe more than that…
Because nobody’s ever fucked me as good as he did, and the idea of giving my number for more repeat performances is very appealing now.
I might even take him up on his offer to go on a date.
“Ellis!” shouts a familiar voice from outside, and I jump in surprise.
Why’s Dad here?
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I curse under my breath.
My heart races as I gape at Damon, who’s still asleep despite Dad’s yelling.
This is okay. This isfine.I could sneak him out later when Dad’s in his office or in his room.
I pull my shirt and jeans on in record time.
“Stay here!” I hiss at Damon, as if he’d even hear me while he’s in what I can only define as a deep hibernation. Quickly, I head out, shutting the door behind me and rushing to Dad who’s pouring himself water in the open kitchen.
“Ellis, hello,” Dad says, smiling.
“Y-you said you wouldn’t be back until next week.”
“I wanted to be here on your first day.” He arcs a brow at me. “Speaking of, you should get ready. It’s almost office hours and I’d really appreciate it if my own son weren’t late on his first day.”
“Yes. Okay!” I say, voice too high-pitched.
He gives me a suspicious look, and I run my hand down my face. Breathe in,breathe out.He has no idea you’ve got a hot, naked guy in the guest room.
“I’ll ask Heather to get you up to speed on how we do things,” Dad says. “The Rockets have a game today. You should go watch them, see if any players catch your eyes. You at least know who the Rockets are, right?”
“Yes, Dad,” I say dryly.
He nods. “That’s good.”
So patronizing. I swear that even if he’s the one who’s been forcing me to come work for him, he doesn’t believe in me at all. It makes my blood simmer and gives me the sudden urge to prove him wrong.
“Westley Harrison’s contract with the Rockets is ending soon, he’ll be eligible for free agency, and he’s unsigned,” I blurt out.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Westley Harrison refuses to leave the Rockets.”
“He might if Vaughn was coming, too.”
“Vaughn…?” he repeats.
