Turns out what suits Lexi’s fancy is a room with a king-sized bed, a stocked bar, and a huge HD television. I was thinking she’d want a little extra; my apartment is more luxurious. I upgraded us to a suite with a terrace and a soaker tub and large walk-in shower.

Lexi already had her luggage stored by the front desk. While I had upgraded my room, she retrieved her luggage.

“How did you know we were even staying at this hotel?” I ask as we head to the elevator. “That sort of thing is supposed to be kept a secret between players and management.”

“All right, I’ll confess,” she starts. “When I first started, it was hard to find out where the players were staying. So, I’d go from hotel to hotel, trying to figure it out. Sometimes, I’d visit ten to fifteen hotels a day before a game.”

He gives a quizzical look, “Why would you want to know?”

“A lot of the players do want to be interviewed. It gives them a chance to shine. So, I’d try to get time with the players and coaches and we’d collaborate on the questions. Dion Calloway used to be good to me when I first started.”

I cock my brow, “Dion was good to you? Dion typically hates reporters.”

“Yes, but I think he liked the advantage of having me ask questions he wanted to answer. You know, so he could build his image. Eventually, he kind of dropped off, but a lot of other players still work with me on this type of thing.”

“Interesting. So why did Dion drop off?”

She looks away, “Other girls are willing to do interviews and put out. I think he’s had a few rounds with Jade and Bethany. He’s been pretty testy with me since last season.”

Brett gives a disgruntled expression, “Yeah, that sounds like Dion. But it must be pretty exhausting going from hotel to hotel trying to figure that out.”

“A lot of the players did eventually let me in on where they would be. But then, there were other connections I made.”

“Other connections?”

“Oh, come on, you know who.” She gives me a look.

I pause in thought. I wouldn’t have thought Lexi would have been daring enough or have even known about the ‘other women.’ “You got to know some of the player’s girlfriends?”

She snickers, “Mistresses more like. How could I not? Every time I’d locate the hotel, I’d see a bunch of women waiting for the boys in the lobby. One by one, players would come in and take off to their rooms with them. I eventually got to know a few in each city.”

I grimace, “But how do these women feel comfortable with giving that information?”

“Well, you could also ask yourself how these women feel comfortable with being with a married man that has kids.” She shrugs. “Some of them I made friends with. You know, a lot of them want to ride on the coattails of public figures. Some of them, I tossed a few hundred bucks at.”

My brows raise, “That’s interesting. The elevator doors open at the top floor. “Let’s go.” I place my hand at her back, guiding her down the hall.

She looks up at me with some concern, “You don’t dislike what I did?”

“Yeah. It’s a little sneaky. But I’d rather hear that than hear that you’ve been doing what Jade or Bethany has done.” I laugh. “It’s so funny though, when I first saw you in the locker rooms, I was sure you were like the rest of them. You had no qualms about staring at us boys.”

Her cheeks go rosy, “Oh, please, Brett, like you wouldn’t check out the goods if you were in a locker room surrounded by nude, fit women. Honestly, what would you do if you were backstage at a fashion show?”

“I’d try to be discreet about it—”

“But you would be checking out every woman!” She giggles. “Women are no different. And I have tried to be discreet about it.”

“I wouldn’t say so, I always felt you were waiting for me to get naked whenever you visited. I kept my towel on until all you ladies left. Particularly you.”

We stop at the door to our room and she looks deeply into my eyes. “Well, I have to say, there was a certain player I was more eager to see than the others. I figured he was a little shy.” She rubs my chest. My heart is hammering knowing what will come next. Her lips press against mine and I feel a tingle that lingers through my veins as she pulls away with a seductive look in her eyes. My eyes glued to hers, I put the key in the lock, open the door and throw my gym bag and her suitcase inside. She smashes her body to mine, kissing me. I pull her into the room, our mouths entwined.

We haven’t glanced at our room, but our hands are scrambling to get each other’s clothes off. If the bed isn’t made or there are no clean towels, I couldn’t care less. I want her beneath me squirming in delight.

As we rip through our clothes, our mouths stay connected like magnets and we edge our way into the bedroom. Once we get through the door, I look down and notice that she only has one item of clothing left on—her black lacy thong. The way the front rides high up her thigh and accentuates her soft figure makes me question if I want to take it off.

Before I can decide how I want to tantalize her, the decision has been made. Lexi drops to her knees. She sweeps her finger along my bulge, staring up at me with hungry eyes. She clenches both sides of the waistband. My loins tremble in anticipation, and my throat goes dry. She rips them down to my ankles.

“Huhhh, Lexi.” I grunt as she takes me into her mouth. Her head bobs up and down my length. I tenderly take her blonde glossy hair and hold it back from her face and close my eyes, surrendering to every twist of her lips and circle of her tongue. It’s heaven and hell. If she goes much faster, I’ll cum.

I hear her mumble, “I want you to, Brett.”

“What?” I ask, breathily.

“Cum, Brett.”

My thighs tremble at her words. Her deep round eyes look up at me pleadingly as her mouth descends my length. I groan. Between her gorgeous eyes and warm tongue, I’m pretty much there. My cock grows warmer and begins to pulsate between her lips. She takes her cue and glides up and down faster.

“Oh, oh God. AH!” I yell so loudly I’m sure the people in the room next to us can hear. I watch as she swallows what I give her. She pulls away when the last ribbons of ecstasy have left my body.

I let out a long shuddering sigh. I could fall over. I put my hand on a nearby desk and look down at Lexi. There’s a playful grin on her face; she likes that she has reduced me to a floppy marionette. You’re going to pay for that, Lexi. I regain my composure and scoop her from off the floor and carry her to the bed. She giggles in excitement. “Lexi Driver, I hope you can handle what I’m about to do to you.”

“Are you making this a competition?” she asks.

“Can’t help being competitive. Look what I do for a living.”

I sit on the bed next to her and grasp both her thighs. I pull her closer to me and pull down her black thong, feeling how soaked the material is before I toss it aside. I dip my head between her thighs and envelop her pussy with my mouth. She’s more slippery than a football in a rainy game. I hear her sharp intake of breath as I swirl my tongue inside. It’s not going to take much. As my hand glides up and down her thighs, I feel goosebumps. I swirl my tongue against her nub and move my head from side to side. She murmurs in pleasure. I drop one of my hands to the bed and bury two fingers inside her.

“Oh, shit!” she cries, feeling the invasion. I feel her velvet wet muff contract around my digits. But I ram them inside, searching for her sweet spot. I quickly find it and her thighs begin to squeeze my head like a vice. I prod and titillate her until she breaks. “OHHH! AHHHH!” she shrieks, surrendering into my mouth, clamping my head. She can take another round. I keep up my pace and moments later she reaches her zenith again.

“Oh … Oh …” she cries. “Ah … AHHHH!”

“Again?” I mumble between licks and kisses. All I can hear is a soft mutter. I give her another round of my manipulations and she goes again drowning my lips and fingers in her bliss. I glance up at her. Her scream was muffled. Her breath is caught in her throat as tears spill from her eyes.

I cradle her in my arms and lift her lithe, weary body up to the pillows. Her head crashes down on them as she gasps for air. “Wow,” she manages to mutter.

I lie next to her gently gliding my hand down her torso. Her skin is so soft. Typically, the two of us would go at it like a pair of horny teenagers at this point. But I take my time, tracing the curves of her breasts, her hips and thighs with my palm. My eyes soaking in her damp skin, I reflect on the fact that Lexi didn’t need to come to my game today, she chose to.

The desperate need I felt earlier has turned into a gentle passion. I climb on top of her, straddling her between my legs. In the gleam of the city lights her azure eyes capture mine and everything around us slows. I no longer hear the city beneath us abuzz with traffic. All I can see is her in front of me.

I’m enjoying the heat of her embrace. I want this to last. I take slow languid thrusts as we gaze into each other’s wanton eyes. I brush my fingers down her cheek. Between breathy kisses and sighs, we both orgasm. When we finish, I lay next to her and she cuddles to my chest, the tresses of her blonde hair scrawled across my sweaty skin. I wrap my arms around her waist, my chest heaving. My eyelids are heavy, and I drift off.

It’s the early hours of morning, but I wake up with a startle. Something feels off. Where’s my phone? I decide to start searching my bag. I slip from beneath the covers of the bed. With my outstretched arms in front of me, I feel for the door. I quietly slip through and close it behind me. My bag is lying on the floor. I kneel next to it and begin to rummage through it. But don’t see my phone. I look again and empty out the bag looking through every pocket. It’s not there. I debate if I should try using Lexi’s phone to call myself. But I don’t know her password.

Strange. It was on the top shelf of my locker. I remember seeing it when I entered the locker room, before doing my interview with Lexi. It was there, and I threw it into my gym bag after my interview and before taking a shower.

I search the floor wondering if it had been tossed from my bag when I threw our luggage into the room. I see a nearby couch, get down to my knees and feel beneath it with my hand.

“Brett, are you looking for something?” Lexi asks, emerging from the bedroom. “You’re searching a room you’ve never been in before.”

My gut clenches. I don’t want to tell Lexi that the phone is missing. She’d freak; our tryst in the limo is on it. Besides, I may have left it in the locker room or the cab. “Nothing,” I say, trying to remain calm. “Uh, looking for a pair of socks. They rolled out when I was searching my bag, I think.”

She looks over at the mess of clothes by my bag and crinkles her nose, “Come back to bed, Brock. You don’t have much time to sleep before your flight.”

“Yeah, just a sec.”

She turns and goes back to bed. My eyes scan the floor one last time, but I know she’s right. It would be unlikely for my phone to be in this room if it’s not in my bag.

I crawl back into bed with a gnawing feeling in my abdomen. Tomorrow, I’ll go down to the lobby and contact Hal. He might be able to get a hold of it for me. I drift off to sleep, reassuring myself that although I had lost my phone, there is no incriminating evidence toward Lexi. If found, and downloaded to the Internet—God forbid—people might suspect because of all the texts between us. But then again, it could be anyone I’ve previously dated.