Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

He nodded and closed the door. “Yeah, everything is great.”

Oliver took off the parka and hung it on the coat rack. Snow slid off of it and into a pile on the floor.

“Are you sure everything is okay?” Elsie asked. “It's late. I'm surprised to see you right now. How did you even get here?”

Ollie chuckled, as he rubbed his hands together to get them warm. “I asked one of the neighbors for a ride. I hope you don't mind that I showed up here without calling. But after you left my house, I couldn't stop thinking about you.”

Now that his jacket was off, Elsie got to see Oliver in a tight white t-shirt and black workout pants. He looked as hot as ever, and obviously tempting. But she couldn't let her mind go in the wrong direction. She needed to remain a professional.

“That's really sweet, Ollie,” she said. “It's nice to see you, but you should have called. I came down here with a baseball bat. You scared the bejeezus out of me, you know that?”

He smiled and took her hands in his. “I'm sorry. I just thought that you'd talk me out of coming if I called. I know that you're fighting yourself over all of this. You're afraid to cross that line between patient and provider. I get it. But look, it's midnight. Your office is closed. You know what that means?”

Elsie raised an eyebrow. “What's that?”

“It means you're not working right now,” he said, with a devilish smirk. “I'm not technically your patient.”

Without waiting for her response, Oliver leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. She hesitated at first, pulling away in surprise. But he was like a powerful magnet and she only stayed distant for a millisecond. Then she leaned back in, letting the kiss resume.

A passionate spark ignited and Elsie parted her lips. Their tongues danced in each others mouths, delicately touching and then pulling away. In the back of her mind, she knew that she shouldn't be allowing something like this to happen. But the logical side of her brain had been trumped by her need for intimacy with Oliver. It was like she had spent weeks trying to build a wall between them and Ollie just showed up and knocked it down with that beautiful smile and perfect body.

Elsie placed her hands onto his face. Her fingertips tickled from his beard stubble as she pulled him close, turning the light kissing into an aggressive make-out session. The wall that she'd built between them continued to crumble and the sexual energy poured through like a flash flood.

Maybe this is wrong, but whatever, she thought, trying to justify it to herself. It's clear that we both want this. Maybe it's destined to happen no matter how badly I try to fight it.

Oliver undid the front of Elsie's robe and pulled it open, slipping his hands to her sides. She let out a soft groan as he stepped forward, pressing her back against the wall near the patient check-in desk. She broke the kiss and looked over toward the front door, where the floor to ceiling win

dows were.

“We can't do this here,” she said, in between heavy breaths. “Someone could see us. Come on, let's go to the workout room.”

“Okay,” Ollie said. “Take me there.”

Elsie took his hand and led him to the back. The room was dark, except for the beams of moonlight that shone through the three small windows near the top of the walls. It was just enough light to see where she was going and she led him over to the massage table near the back.

I can't believe I'm doing this, she thought. But who in their right mind would turn him down?

Before she could even turn around, Ollie brought his hands to her hips and spun her to face him. Then he lifted her up onto the massage table. She laid down on her back, biting her bottom lip flirtatiously.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, as he crawled onto the table with her.

His hands were above her shoulders, holding himself over her. The moonlight fell across his face, illuminating his blue irises. This was happening and any previous doubts that she'd held were quickly fading away.

“I wanted you since the minute I met you,” she said.

“You should have told me,” he replied. “I felt the same thing.”

He leaned in and resumed the kiss. Elsie's body tingled all over. Something about the randomness of the moment, and the privacy they had, and the sexual tension she'd been repressing. It all came together and turned her on more than ever. She became wet with desire and began to crave having him inside of her.

“Take me, Oliver,” she begged, as soon as he pulled away from the kiss. “Just take me.”

Ollie sat up and pulled off his shirt, revealing his muscular figure. His chest and abs flexed as he reached forward and brought his hands to the top of Elsie's thighs. His touch sent a wave of anticipation into her and her pussy throbbed desperately underneath her pajamas.

“Let's get these off,” he said, slipping his fingers into the waist strap of her pants.

Elsie lifted her butt up from the massage table as Oliver slid her pajamas down, taking her panties with them. He pulled them all the way to her ankles and she kicked them the rest of the way off. Her gaze moved down Ollie's body, noticing a thick bulge that was now protruding from the front of his athletic pants. She licked her lips when she saw it and her pussy clenched. She'd never wanted anything so badly.

“Take yours off, too,” she ordered, and Ollie immediately did what she asked.