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Run My Ass to a Locker (II)

Author: Blue Dammy
last update publish date: 2026-05-21 10:39:51

Two weeks turned into three, then four. Soon the season ended, and with it, the excuse to see Evan Cruz ended too. No games meant no change up locker room encounters. No stolen sex moments in the showers. No desperate kisses against cold lockers.

I told myself it was fine. It was just a one-time thing, a mistake resulting from the heat of the game.

But at night, alone in my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about the way his mouth felt, the way his hands gripped my shoulders, the way he said my n
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    Wednesday morning arrived with a headache. I stood at my kitchen counter in yesterday’s blouse, reheating yesterday’s coffee, and tried to convince myself that the knot in my stomach was just nerves about the campaign deadline. It wasn’t. It was the fact that Ryan Carter had spent the last two days acting like nothing had happened between us, while every cell in my body still remembered exactly how his mouth had felt between my legs.I dressed in the same black trousers and white blouse I always wore, and added a black cardigan.The floor was already alive when I arrived.By 10:20 I had the updated details ready. I printed them, grabbed my laptop, and walked the long hallway to the executive wing. Ryan’s assistant still wasn’t at her desk. I knocked once and waited.“Come in.”His voice was the same calm, measured tone he used in every meeting. I opened the door and stepped inside. Ryan sat behind his desk in a navy suit, tie perfectly knotted, hair neatly combed.“Jade. Sit.”I sat i

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    I woke up at 6:17 with the taste of Ryan’s whiskey still lingering at the back of my throat and the ghost of his hands on my skin. My apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the occasional drip from the kitchen faucet I kept forgetting to fix. I lay there for a minute, staring at the ceiling, trying to decide whether last night had actually happened or if I had dreamed the entire thing. The soreness between my legs answered that question before my brain could finish forming the doubt. I could still feel the echo of his fingers inside me, the way his tongue had circled my clit with precision, the low sound he had made when he came. My body remembered even if my mind was trying to pretend otherwise.I showered longer than usual, letting the hot water beat against my shoulders while I tried to scrub away the memory of his mouth between my thighs. It didn’t work. The steam filled the small bathroom and I found myself leaning against the tile, eyes closed, replay

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    The conference room smelled like burnt coffee and expensive cologne. I sat at the long glass table with my laptop open, cursor blinking on a half-finished presentation while the rest of the marketing team filtered in. My blouse was already sticking tight to my back, and the heel of my left shoe had started to pinch. I ignored both. Today was the quarterly strategy meeting, and I had spent three weeks building the campaign that would either make or break my standing with the executive team.Ryan Carter walked in at exactly nine o'clock. He didn't need to announce himself. The air in the room shifted the moment he crossed the threshold. Six-foot-two, tailored black suit that fit like it had been sewn directly onto his body, dark hair pushed back from a sharp jaw. He carried a leather folio under one arm and a single espresso in the other. His eyes swept the room once, cool and assessing, before landing on me."Jade," he said. "I hope the numbers in that deck are better than the last ver

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    Detroit’s morning light filtered through the hotel curtains in thin, gray strips. I woke first, still wrapped in Ethan’s arms, my back pressed to his chest. His breathing was slow and even against the nape of my neck. One of his hands rested low on my stomach, fingers splayed possessively. The other was tucked beneath my pillow. For a moment I simply lay there, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat and the faint hum of the city waking up outside.Last night had changed everything.I could still feel the ache between my legs. My nipples were tender from his mouth. Every inch of me felt claimed in a way that went far beyond the physical. I had crossed a line I could never uncross, and I didn’t regret a single second of it.Ethan stirred behind me. His hand slid higher, cupping my breast, thumb brushing lazily across my nipple. I felt him harden against my ass. He pressed a slow kiss to my shoulder.“Morning baby,” he murmured, voice rough with sleep.“Morning.”He rolled me on

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    Detroit was colder than Chicago, the wind cutting across the river like it had a personal grudge against anyone trying to stay warm. We landed in the early afternoon, the team buses already waiting at the private terminal. I rode with the media contingent in a separate van, my laptop open on my knees, trying to focus on the game notes I needed to file.By the time we reached the hotel, I had managed to write half a preview piece and delete it twice. My focus was shot.The team had the evening off before tomorrow’s game. Most of the players disappeared into their rooms or headed out for dinner in groups. I stayed behind, claiming I needed to finish work. In truth, I was waiting. Ethan had texted me during the flight… just two words.Hotel bar. 8.I changed into dark jeans and a fitted sweater that dipped lower than my usual press attire. My hair was loose again. I told myself that it was for comfort. I knew better.He was already there when I arrived, sitting at the same kind of corner

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    The hotel bar in Chicago was dim and expensive, all dark wood and low lighting that made everything feel slightly secret. I had changed out of my press credentials and into a simple black dress that hugged my waist and stopped just above the knee. My hair was down for the first time since I started covering the team, and I had swapped my sensible heels for something with a little more height. I told myself it was just to feel confident. I knew that was a lie.Ethan was already there when I arrived, sitting at a small table in the back corner with a glass of something I couldn't make out in front of him. He wore a dark button-down with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, the top two buttons undone. When he saw me, his eyes moved slowly from my face down the length of my body and back up again.“You came,” he said as I slid into the chair across from him.“I changed my mind.”He signaled the waitress for another round. “You look different without the blazer and the recorder.”“I’m still

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  • NAUGHTY DESIRES: A COLLECTION OF DARK EROTICA    My Boss's Secret (II)

    We stood there in silence, I couldn't say anything. He left me standing and went to sit down on one of the couches. He spread his leg wide with a smirk on his face that made him look even more good looking. Confusion took over me completely. I wanted it so bad, I had always thought of him in secre

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    I stood there frozen, shocked and humiliated… this man was nothing like what I thought he was. Who would have thought Professor Charlie would have such sexual desires.But still… The power he had over me was terrifying.And I hated how much I still wanted to do whatever he told me to.Professor Ch

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    A few weeks later, the results for the final final exams were finally out.Today was the day Professor Charlie would call out our positions in class. The whole class was buzzing with different energy. Some Students were excited, some nervous and others didn't care. Students were whispering, checkin

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