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I came first, arching my back and crying out, turned on by his relentless fucking and the eyes on us. My muscles contracted around him, drawing out his own orgasm.

He tipped back his head and shouted triumphantly as he spilled himself into the condom inside me. “Fucking hell. You're fucking everything.”

He slumped down, puffing lightly. He shook his head. “I'm so sorry. I didn't want to be so…” He tried to compose his words, but nothing else would come. Nothing but regret, but this time it wasn't because of who I was. That didn't seem to matter to him anymore.

“It's okay,” I assured him. “Sometimes all you need is a quick, hard fuck. But now, we can have a long, slow one.” I wrapped mylegs around him, hooked my feet together and started to roll my hips, making him hard all over again.

Chapter Seventeen

Chelsea

“I must sayyou've lightened the work load significantly,” Doctor Stuart said. “These physicals would have taken much longer without you. Just our bad luck losing two of our staff right before the season started.” He rubbed at his temples.

“I'm happy to be here,” I said cheerfully. “Whatever you throw at me, I'll be happy to catch it.”

He sighed. “If it wasn't against the rules, I'd insist they hire you now. You've been a breath of fresh air around here, and continuing placement seems like a monumental waste of time.”

“If it wasn't against the rules, I'd let them hire me,” I said with a grin. I tempered my enthusiasm a little and asked, “What do you think my chances are of being able to work here when my placement is finished?”

“If it was up to me, two hundred percent,” he said. “All I can do is put in my recommendation and hope management agrees. I don't want to toot my horn too loudly, but my recommendation holds some weight. It should, after all these years.”

He handed me a clipboard and gestured to the treatment room. “If you can do the last three, that would be perfect. I'll be downstairs observing a couple of injured players and assessingtheir recovery. No doubt they'll be eager to get a clean bill of health.”

“I'm sure they will,” I replied. I could just imagine how restless they'd get, having to take things easy for a while. Personally, I'd be climbing the walls.

He nodded as he slipped out of the room, leaving me to look down at the clipboard.

I grimaced to myself.

“Hey…” Dallas froze in the doorway.

“Hey, yourself,” I said as though I hadn't just surprised the hell out of him. “Come on in.”

“What are you doing here?” He didn't move. His eyes were wide, and his pants immediately tented. He blinked a couple of times, as if trying to see if I was real.

“I'm here to give you your physical,” I said. “To assess your fitness to play this season.”

Before he thought I meant the other kind of physical.

He shook his head. “I don't get it. You're a…” He pressed his lips together.

“Whore?” I suggested with venomous sweetness. I thought we got past that the previous night, but evidently we hadn't.

“Yes,” he said without thinking. “I mean—” He gaped like his jaw had springs. “I didn't mean… I meant…” He ran a hand over the back of his head.

“I know what you meant,” I said coldly. “Storm paid me to fuck you and I did. But I'm here as a medical professional. Don't worry, I'm fully qualified. I'm guessing he and Frost didn't tell you who I was.”

“They knew?” That seemed to hit him like a punch to the face.

“Yes, they knew,” I said.

“Why didn't you say something?” His face turned pink, eyes now flashing with annoyance, bordering on barely contained rage. “Did you think I wouldn't find out?”

“I don't owe you any explanation,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “What I do at Flirts and what I do here are separate. Just like if you played football during the day and flipped burgers at night. That would be no one's business.”

He stepped towards me, hands curled into fists so tight his knuckles were white. “It's my business if the whore who was paid to fuck me turns up at my place of work.”

He took a moment to let his own words sink in, and the colour drained from his face.