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I snorted a laugh. “Okay, but let's do the proper kind now.”

Reluctantly, he slid out of me and pulled his pants back up. “If you're going to work here, you're going to need to get used to this. Whenever I need a fuck, I'm going to come to you and take one. You'll have your own office then. We can go in there.”

“If I have the time,” I said.

He fixed me with a firm look. “You'll make time.” He sat on the treatment table like I didn't have his cum trickling down my thighs, and offered me his arm to check his blood pressure.

Chapter Eighteen

Chelsea

Dallas was waitingfor me when I finished at the end of the day. He stood near the doorway, watching while I finished checking over one of his teammates.

“Thank you, you're free to go now,” I said cheerfully. “I don't think there will be any problem with you playing on the weekend.”

“Thanks, Doc.” The breakaway smiled. He was one of the youngest members of the team, and one of the most recent recruits. This would be his first season playing, and he was eager to prove himself.

“You're welcome.” I gave him a nod before he hurried away.

Dallas watched him leave, his lips pressed tight together. “Have dinner with me.”

“Dinner?” I echoed.

I stepped over to drop the clipboard onto Doctor Stuart's desk. Once I was done with Dallas, the rest of the day went smoothly. The other guys on the team did their physicals without any protest. If they cared about having a female doctor, none of them gave any sign. It was refreshing. I hoped the other handful would be as easy.

“You said you like to eat,” he insisted. “Have dinner with me. We can eat and maybe then I can convince you to take your clothes off. I'd be more than happy to take mine off for you.” He dropped his hands to the waistband of his pants and teased that he might push them down his thighs.

“She has plans.” Storm stepped into the infirmary.

“Yeah, with me,” Frost followed him in.

“As it happens, I don't have any plans,” I told all of them.

Nothing concrete, although I figured one of them would show up sooner or later. I hadn't expected all three of them. What would happen if things got serious between me and one of these guys? Things could get ugly between them.

“Yes, you do,” Storm said. “You can have dinner with all of us.”

Dallas and Frost both frowned at him.

“All of us?” Frost echoed. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I'm talking about the fact we're all into this woman.” Storm nodded towards me. “I've already laid claim to her, and so has Frost.”

“So have I,” Dallas said quickly.

“Do I have any say in this?” I asked dryly.

Three pairs of eyes turned towards me, all with the same expression in them.

I raised my hands to either side. “That was what I thought.”

None of them was giving me a choice. They'd chosen me. All three of them were determined I was theirs. I was a confident woman, but I never would have expected to find myself in this situation. With three possessive, insanely hot rugby players laying claim to me.

“Good girl,” Storm said. He turned back to the others. “She belongs to all of us. Unless one of you is going to back off, then we can all eat dinner together tonight.”

“I'm not backing off,” Frost said. “Dinner works for me.” His eyes were dark, his gaze shifting back and forth between me and Storm. It wasn't just me he wasn't backing away from. His attraction to the big fullback was becoming more and more obvious. To me, if not to them.

“Dinner is cool,” Dallas said. “I made a booking. I'll update it.”

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