I could still feel her tight hips as I thrust myself against her. I loved the way she had pretended to push back against me, but she’d let me pin her arms back while she took my fucking cock.

She knew the game, and she loved it. I hadn’t been able to help myself as I took her body, and a day later I still wanted more.

She was a journalist. She was the damn enemy. And yet fucking the enemy felt so good.

I’d been with plenty of women in my life. Groupies always wanted a taste of the Bull, and I was willing to give them a ride. I fucked them and I forgot about them as soon as I left the room.

But not Charley. She was the first woman as far as I could remember who made me want another taste.

And that was fucking bad. I should keep myself far, far away from her, but I couldn’t.

That morning, I woke up early, before sunrise. She was snoring in my arms, sleeping so peacefully. I couldn’t fucking believe I had fallen asleep with her, and I slowly got up, careful not to wake her.

I should have just gotten out of there and forgotten about the whole thing, but instead, I snuck into her bedroom and found that dildo right next to her bed. Smiling to myself, I found a pen and some paper and then wrote her a note.

I left with the dildo tucked under my arm.

I knew what I was doing when I took that thing back and wrote that note. I was basically daring her to get in contact with me again. I knew I wasn’t going to call her, although I wanted to, but I also knew that by taking the dildo I basically guaranteed she’d call me.

I wanted her to. I knew that I did. It was fucking stupid and insane, but I wanted another taste.

“You okay, bro?”

I nodded, finishing my set. “Yeah. Why?”

“You look distracted.”

“I’m lifting some heavy fucking weights, so yeah, I’m trying to distract myself.”

“Where were you last night?”

“Went to that fight.”

Calvin laughed. “You serious?”

“Yeah, I’m serious.”

“I didn’t know you were into that.”

“I am.”

“Okay, man. It’s just that, the last time I mentioned going, you told me that those fights were for scumbags and losers.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Sure you did.” Calvin laughed. “Anyway, I’m done for the day.”

I nodded, feeling a nice, comfortably burn in my muscles. “Same.”

We headed down the hallway back toward the locker room. We stripped down and got into separate showers. Calvin liked to hum while he washed, which made it easy for me to tune out and picture Charley’s body against mine.

When I was finished, I got out and toweled off. Calvin was still humming away like a weird motherfucker when I got back to my bag and got changed.

As I sat there waiting for Calvin to hurry his ass up, my phone started ringing.

I knew instantly who it was. I just knew it. I had a feeling deep in the pit of my stomach that she’d call soon. Sure enough, it was her number.

“I knew you’d call,” I said.

“Hi, Bull.”

“What can I help you with?”

She sighed. “You stole something of mine.”

“What’s that? Your virginity?”

She laughed. “Not quite. You stole my toy.”

I paused. “You mean my cock?”

“No. I mean that big silicon, uh, penis.”

“You mean my cock. I took it back just like you wanted.”

“I want it back.”

I paused, surprised. “That’s not what I expected.”

“You took it from me. I want it back.”

I laughed, grinning to myself. This girl was so much better than I could have pictured. I knew she’d call, but I never imagined she’d call to ask for a dildo of my own cock back.

“You can just have the real thing,” I said. “No need for a fake.”

“I’d rather have the fake,” she said. “So, are you going to give it back?”

“Maybe,” I answered. “I do like the idea of you fucking yourself with a mold of my cock. But I’d rather do the fucking myself.”

“I’m sure you would,” she said, “but I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.”

“We both know it’s why you called.”

She paused. “No,” she said finally. “I called because you disappeared and stole something from me.”

“It’s almost cute that you’re dancing around it.”

“I’ll come steal it back if I have to. I know where you live, remember?”

I laughed, grinning to myself. “I remember.”

“Good. So when can I expect it?”

I could practically feel the bad idea form in my brain before I was really conscious of it. I knew I should probably hang up and be done with this whole thing, but I couldn’t help myself.

She was trying to play me, and nobody played Bull. Besides, it was an excuse to have a good time.

“Come to my place on Wednesday,” I said. “I’m throwing another party.”

“Like the last one?”

“Something like that.”

“How many hookers will be there?”

“As many as you want,” I said. “Which do you prefer, men or women?”

“I’ll see you on Wednesday,” she said.

“See you then, Charley.”

She hung up the phone, and I chuckled to myself.

I looked up and Calvin was watching me, a little smile on his face. “Who was that?”

“Nobody,” I said.

“Sounded like someone.”

“Just a girl.”

“Yeah, man. No shit. So we’re having a party on Wednesday?”

“Sounds like it.”

“Good. I’ll make the calls.”

“No hookers this time.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

“Seriously. Whatever else, but no hookers.”

“You’re the boss.”

I nodded and got up. “I’ll see you later, man.”

“Where are you running off to?”

“I have a meeting with my PR girl.”

“Have fun.”

I nodded and headed out. I didn’t really have a meeting, but I didn’t want Calvin to start asking more questions about Charley.

It was like an unspoken rule among players that you didn’t sleep with the enemy. Ryan broke that rule because he was a fucking scumbag, and so far I had been pretty damn good about it. But now that I had slept with Charley, I realized that I was a fucking traitor.

And I was planning on doing it again, and again, and again, as many times as I could before she couldn’t walk anymore.