If even Monica is impressed by Stacy’s performance, then you’d better believe the whole fucking world is.
But another way I know is that Stacy wants me, bad. She might act like she doesn’t, but she does.
It’s obvious to me that she’ll be there waiting for me to come take what’s mine. She’s what’s mine. As soon as I rescued her in my team’s locker room, I knew that she was.
I make my way to her, looking around to make sure no one else is still hanging about. I don’t need rumors or gossip in the press. The last thing I want is for them to say that I only gave Stacy the first question because we’re fucking.
Unless it’s true.
Then it would probably be worth it.
And I plan to make it true.
When I’m sure there’s no one else around, at least in this corridor of the different offices that are used by some of the news outlets, I rap my knuckles on the door, hard and fast, the same way I want to fuck Stacy. There’ll be no mistaking that I’m here, or what I want.
“Elias,” she says, as she opens the door.
Her tone has changed from the last time we met in this room. She looks happy to see me, even though she’s peering out into the hallway cautiously, as if I hadn’t already checked to make sure we’re in the clear.
Her cheeks are flushed, and her pretty eyes are open wide, just like I want her mouth to be for my cock. Her top button has become undone, giving me an unexpected view of more of her chest, which is a nice surprise.
Her hair had been up in a neat bun but now it’s tousled and flowing free, as if she had been running a hand through it while coming down from that high that was her performance at the press conference. It makes me think about how it will probably look mid-sex or right after sex, and that turns me on even more.
My cock is rock hard at the possibility of witnessing this firsthand in such a situation, which I fully intend to make a reality.
“Stacy,” I tell her, raising an eyebrow at her. “Good job completely throwing me a huge curveball.”
How come all my metaphors were from sports other than my own? I wonder, distractedly, and then I ask, “May I come in?”
She nods, as if she had been debating with herself – which she probably had been – and that settles it. I shut the door behind me and look at my little delectable treat from head to toe.
Then she says, “Sorry about that. I swear I just thought about it off the cuff. I knew it was risky and I wasn’t trying to cause any tr—”
She doesn’t get another word out because my mouth is down her throat. My hand is on her ass at the same time.
She kisses me back, thrusting her body closer to mine, and I’m helping by pulling her in. My mouth travels down her neck. I’m grabbing her breasts now, along with her ass, wanting to peel off her clothes and play with her nipples.
“Mmmm,” she groans.
She tries to pull back a bit, but my tongue is tightly around hers. I know this isn’t the smartest thing I’ve ever done but she turns me into a stupid fool. I don’t want to pass up this opportunity to keep our lips and tongue entwined for as long as possible. Now that I have her in my grip, it’s like I don’t ever want to fucking let her go again.
She does finally manage to break away from me, saying, “We shouldn’t be…”
“That was great,” I tell her, taking her hand. “You did a fantastic job.”
“Wow, that wasn’t the reaction I was expecting,” she tells me, smirking.
“Seriously. I mean, if I wasn’t making out with you right now, I’d probably be mad. You really did trick me up there. Who knows how much trouble I’m going to be in with Coach K? He stayed after for a private interview, so I haven’t had the pleasure of finding out yet. But who cares? It was worth whatever shitstorm it might have caused. Once I got where you were going with it, it was a brilliant idea.”
She beams proudly.
“Put the world on notice that there’s a stalker in our midst,” I tell her. “What a great plan. And, listen, I’m determined to find out who did this to you and make sure they can never do it again, but in the meantime, this is the next best thing.”
“Thanks,” she says, and I pull her into me for another kiss.
I know I’m losing my head, that I should only be focused on the upcoming big game, and not doing anything that could put my own career in jeopardy.