Soft Hands for the Hard Player (1)

Story 4: “Soft Hands for the Hard Player”Chapter 1: First Session, Full ContactNora Ellison had worked on professional athletes for six years and never once mixed business with the kind of heat currently sitting across from her.Callum Rooke filled the treatment table like he owned it. Six-four, two hundred and twenty pounds of scarred muscle and controlled aggression, currently stripped to black compression shorts and nothing else. A fading bruise bloomed across his left ribs. Surgical tape still framed the repaired shoulder that had ended his last season early. Dark hair damp from the shower. Jaw set. Eyes the color of wet slate that had not left her body since the moment she walked into the private recovery suite.Nora was used to being looked at. Size 20 hips, heavy breasts that no sports bra fully contained, soft stomach, thick thighs that brushed when she walked. Most players glanced, then looked away out of politeness or discomfort. Callum did neither. He stared openly—at the

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Soft Hands for the Hard Player(2)

Story Title: Soft Hands for the Hard PlayerChapter 2: House Call & Full PossessionCallum Rooke’s house sat behind a high privacy hedge on the quiet side of the training complex—modern concrete and glass, all sharp angles and expensive silence. Nora parked her car beside his black truck at 7:58 a.m. and sat for a full minute with her hands on the wheel, still feeling yesterday’s stretch between her thighs.She had followed his instructions. Soft black yoga pants that clung to every curve. A loose tank top with no bra. No underwear. Her heavy breasts shifted freely under the thin fabric. The soft roll of her stomach and the thick flare of her hips were impossible to hide. She looked exactly like what she was: a size-20 woman who had stopped apologizing for the space she took up, about to walk into the home of a man who had fucked her on a treatment table less than twenty-four hours earlier.The front door opened before she knocked.Callum stood there in nothing but gray sweatpants rid

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Soft Hands for the Hard Player(3)

Story Title: Soft Hands for the Hard PlayerChapter 3: Counter Claims & Quiet ThreatsNora arrived at Callum’s house at 7:55 the next morning wearing the blue leggings he had requested.They were the expensive kind that clung like a second skin—highlighting every soft curve of her thick thighs, the full swell of her ass, the gentle roll of her stomach. She had paired them with an oversized gray hoodie and nothing underneath. No bra. No panties. Her heavy breasts shifted freely with every step up the walkway. The residual ache between her legs from the day before made her hyper-aware of her body in the best and worst way.The door opened before she could knock.Callum stood there in black sweatpants again, shirtless, shoulder looking better than it had any right to after the work they had been doing. His eyes dragged over her slowly, lingering on the way the blue fabric stretched across her hips and the soft bounce of her breasts under the hoodie. Something dark and satisfied moved thr

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Soft Hands for the Hard Player (1)

Soft Hands for the Hard Player(2)

Soft Hands for the Hard Player(3)