Jake and I took a cab back to my apartment, where I had him wait in the car while I packed a bag. I didn’t plan on spending the night with him. I figured we’d stop wherever he rented a room, fuck, and then I’d head home. Wishful thinking on my part, but at the same time, I like the idea of having multiple rounds, especially since this is it. We’re done with each other after tonight.

I quickly touch up my makeup and let my hair down before I write a note for Morgan lying about why I won’t be home, then I make my way downstairs. When I climb back into the cab, he quickly puts his phone away as mine buzzes with a text.

“Everything okay?” he questions when he sees me looking at my phone.

“Yep. Caleb was just checking on me.”

His eyes harden for a second. “You and Caleb are pretty close friends?”

“Yes,” I firmly reply.

“He seems like a decent guy.”

“He is.” Neither of us say anything the rest of the drive to Rosa’s. When the cab stops, Jake pays the driver and then grabs my bag before reaching for my hand.

“Oh, Miss Lacey. I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” Rosa, the eighty-five-year-old owner, coos when she sees me.

“I made a reservation for Girard,” Jake announces with a dazzling smile.

“Oh,” Rosa purrs.

I can hear the excitement in her voice.

“You’re on a date?” She looks down at our interlocked fingers and my bag in his other hand.

I pull out of his hold. “No, no…this is nothing like that.” I wave my hand back and forth between Jake and myself. When I glance at the big ape, I find his dark brown eyes shining with humor.

“I keep asking her to marry me, but she won’t let me make an honest woman out of her.”

Rosa does a double take in my direction as I slap Jake on the arm.

“That’s not true. He’s lying, Rosa. He doesn’t want to marry me—he just wants to have sex with me.”

Rosa turns her determined stare to Jake. “Is that true? You don’t think our Lacey is good enough to wear your ring? I’d have my grandson Alfonso drop down on one knee right now if I thought Lacey would say yes.”

“Rosa, Alfonso is fifteen.”

Jake, who looked slightly taken aback a second ago, chuckles when he hears my comment.

“Finding a good woman in this day and age is hard to come by. My Alfonso would be honored to take your hand in marriage.”

“Well, after our big day, he might get lonely when I end up in jail.”

Rosa takes my bag out of Jake’s hand and sits it next to the register before she walks us to a table. I almost groan when she stops at a booth tucked into the corner. The dim lighting and candle in the center of the table give off a romantic vibe, but tonight is about sex and nothing more.

“Alfonso will be out in a second to take your order.”

“Great,” he mumbles as we take a seat. “The horny teenager who’d like to marry you is going to take our order?” He acts almost jealous, which makes me smile.

“You don’t know if he’s a horny teenager. You haven’t even seen him yet.”

“He’s fifteen, Lacey. Every male between the age of twelve and forty is constantly horny.”

My eyes raise. “Forty, huh? Well, Girard, you better make good work of the next ten years seeing as you’re on the downward slope.”

“Laugh it up, Davis.” He smirks as Alfonso, who has waited on me more than a dozen times before, steps up to our table.

“Hello, Ms. Lacey. What can I get you to drink?” I’m positive when this kid grows into his own, he’s going to be one hell of a heartbreaker, but thankfully, fifteen-year-olds don’t turn me on.

“I’ll take a glass of red.”

Alfonso starts to leave when I grab his arm. “He’ll need something as well.”

He turns his annoyed stare at Jake. “What do you want?”

Jake raises a brow in question before giving in. “I’ll take a Bud Light, that is if you’re allowed to serve alcohol being fifteen and all.”

I watch with astonishment as Alfonso huffs and walks away.

“I didn’t know you had your own fan club?”

“I don’t know why, but I happen to be one of Rosa’s favorite customers. She’s convinced I need to settle down and pop out babies. When over two years have passed and I’m not any closer to getting married, I guess she’s decided to take things into her own hands.”

“By offering her teenage grandson?” he questions with a gleam of humor in his eyes.

“I think it sounds normal in her own head,” I add before Alfonso returns with our drinks. We manage to order without any more fanfare from my teenage admirer.

“So tell me, Lacey, how did a hothead like you end up best friends with a sweet woman like Jordan Taylor?”

My anger immediately spikes. “I speak my mind so that makes me a hothead? A lot of people claim they want the truth, but when faced with it, they get angry.” I take a deep breath, a little surprised at my reaction. I don’t owe him anything, much less an explanation. I don’t need to defend myself to a man I won’t see again after tonight.

“I think only a hothead would be pissed about being called a hothead.” His lip twitches as he fights a smile. Clearly, he finds amusement in seeing me riled up. Luckily, before I have the chance to say anything else, our dinner is served. After I take a bite of the lasagna, I groan in pleasure. Due to my lack of funds, I don’t eat here as often as I’d like.

When I glance at Jake, I find him staring at me. His untamed eyes are locked on my mouth. The way he’s looking at me, like he’d rather have me for dinner, rapidly sends a different kind of hunger through my body.

He boldly stares at me. “Eat so we can get the hell out of here.”

I nod, and the two of us make quick work of finishing our meal. Before I know it, we’re in another cab driving to the hotel.

Physically, I’m ready for whatever this man has to offer, but emotionally, I’m exhausted. Spending the last day and a half in court without a break was unnerving. Thankfully, tomorrow I’m only expected in the office. I might spend most of the day filing and doing shit jobs, but I’ll be left alone for the most part.

“We’re here,” he says as we pull up to an average looking Hilton. I grab my bag, but he quickly takes it from me and walks to the counter. “I have a reservation for Girard.”

The woman behind the counter is rather attractive, and I wouldn’t guess her to be much older than myself. As she types away on her keyboard, her eyes slowly take in Jake, but they don’t linger for long before she hands him the key card. “We have you set up in room twenty-five ten. The elevators are at the end of the hall.”

“Great. Thank you.” He grabs my hand, still carrying my bag, and walks to the elevator.

“I think it’s safe to say that woman didn’t recognize you. I told you, there were bound to be people in this city who don’t know who you are.”

“Is that so?” he teases as the elevator door closes.

I reach around him and push the button for our floor. “I’m sure that woman appreciated what she saw, but I doubt she has your poster on her wall at home.”

He tilts his head back and laughs. “I’ll have to overnight one and leave it at the counter before I check out.”

I fight back a smile as his laughter fades away. He cages me into the corner of the elevator with a dominate stare.

“How about you, Lacey? Do I need to order you one, too?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll take a poster. That way when I get pissed, I’ll have something to throw darts at.”

He doesn’t crack a smile. “Tonight. You’re mine, and I plan to consume every inch of you.”

My mouth drops open, but in my lust-driven state, I can’t form a word.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless, because when tomorrow arrives…”

I nod, already knowing where this is going. “This is over,” I add for him.

Instead of agreeing with me, he pulls on my hair, tilting my head back before he captures my mouth with his. His tongue urgently moves against mine as his hand works on unbuttoning my shirt. My hand moves to the bulge in his pants as the elevator door opens.

“Fuck,” he pants.

“Yes, I think that’s exactly what we should do.”

He tugs on my hand and we quickly make our way down the hall.

Seconds later, he has me pushed against the wall of our room with my legs wrapped around his waist. His lips suck on the side of my neck while I grind my core against his dick.

“I want you. I want you now,” I gasp.

He turns and tosses me onto the bed. “Take your clothes off. Slowly.”

My body stills when I hear his demand, but I want him too much to argue. I finish unbuttoning my shirt, slide it off my arms, and then lift my hips and wiggle out of my skirt.

“Keep going.” His brown eyes lock on my breasts when I unclasp and remove my bra. Slowly, I slide my panties down my legs, finally leaving me naked before his greedy eyes. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, almost to himself.

My body feels like it’s on fire as he continues to stare at me. “Are you going to join me?”

“Lie back,” he demands as he takes a step closer. I sink down onto the bed. Seconds later, he starts to run his hand up the inside of my thigh. We both groan when he slides a finger against my soaking wet core.

“Please,” I beg as his mouth lightly brushes over my clit.

“Is this what you want?” he questions before he sucks my clit between his lips, devouring it like it’s his favorite piece of candy.

“Yes,” I pant as I grip his hair.

He takes his sweet time fucking me with his mouth, torturing me in the best possible way. I tilt my hips, meeting his thrust, until I finally explode.

My heart feels like it’s about to beat out of my chest when I let go of his hair. “That was exactly what I needed,” I mumble as he sits back on his heels.

“I hope you don’t think you’re done?” His eyes dance with humor as he stands up and makes quick work of removing his clothing. My eyes naturally go to his dick when he removes his boxer briefs.

“I can’t wait to sink inside you.” He strokes himself with one hand, holding a condom with the other.

“Then get your ass over here.” I sit up and take the foil package out of his hand before ripping it open. He grins, then moans while I roll the protection down his long shaft.

Without a word, he lifts my leg and rubs his cock up and down my wet slit before finally pushing inside.

“Oh,” I cry out in pleasure as he quickly finds a relentless rhythm.

“Goddamn you feel so good,” he growls. The sound is guttural, his movement feral.

I push upward, matching him thrust for thrust. My sex tightens, my nipples harden, and it’s not long before another orgasm is ripped from my body.

“Oh fuck. You feel…I can…shit,” he rambles before he roars out his own release.

He drops his head onto my chest, and without thinking, I start stroking his hair.

“That feels nice.”

A coy smile lingers on my face as he finally slides out of me. Instead of getting up and taking care of the condom, he drops his head down onto the pillow next to me.

I roll to my side, wondering what I should or shouldn’t say. This is the part I suck at—the awkward silence in the aftermath makes me skittish. Our bodies are satisfied, we got what we came for, but I foolishly told him I’d stay the night. “Maybe I should go…” I trail off, careful not to say the wrong thing.

“Fucking hell. I’m in the downward slope remember? You’ve got to give me ten minutes, then I’ll fuck you against the wall, or in the shower, or any place your dirty mind can come up with.”

I watch as he pushes himself off the bed and shamelessly walks his naked ass to the bathroom. I hear the toilet flush, then he’s back with a damp washcloth. Before I have the chance to say anything, he gently wipes the warm rag between my legs. Instantly, I feel flutters in my stomach.

Stop it, Lacey. Don’t even go there.

“I shoved a sleeve of condoms in my jacket pocket on my way to the courthouse. We can most definitely fuck like rabbits tonight.”

“At some point, I’ll need to sleep. I don’t have court tomorrow, but I still have to be at the office all day.” Thankfully, Caleb is in court all day tomorrow because he’d fish around until I cracked and told him about how I caved like a cheap whore and slept with Mr. Football God himself—twice.

“I’ll give you the chance to sleep, but don’t act surprised when I wake you several times with my dick deep inside you.”

“Seriously? Is this normal for you?”

He tilts his head and shrugs. “What can I say? When my dick is around you, it seems to get hard.”

I shake my head, not believing him for a minute. “I think maybe you need to look into a program for sex addicts. I’m sure there’s something out there where nymphomaniacs can get help.”

“I love sex. What is there not to enjoy about it? That doesn’t mean I can’t keep it in my pants when I want to. It just so happens, when you’re around, I’m rock fucking hard.” He grabs my hand and moves it down to his dick, which is more than ready for another round.

“I guess I can always sleep later.” I chuckle before lowering my head and taking him deep into my mouth.

I allowed my damn hormones to agree to this, now it’s time to at least give my body what it desperately wants. One final night with a football god who happens to be a pro on and off the field.