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I threw on my clothes and waved goodbye to the woman I’d probably never see again.

But I snagged a bagel on my way out because I would need an infusion of carbs after the night with Starlie.

And my coach gave zero fucks about anything except how I performed on the field.

No excuses.

At the soundof the front door opening and closing, I released a long breath, still shaking from the last orgasm. Sure, I'd put up a good game of acting like that'd been a typical Friday night, but my body was sore all over, and my brain was soup.

I didn't do one-night stands for a reason. I wasn't cut out for the one-and-done — though Cason made a good argument for throwing caution to the wind and just going for it.

The man had stamina for days.

And not to go on about it, but — men who looked as good as Cason weren't supposed to have those skills between the sheets. I think it would've been much easier to send him packing after round one if he hadn't folded me into a pretzel and railed me into next week, forcing endless orgasms until I was begging for mercy.

Yeah, I definitely wouldn't have thought twice about saying, "Thanks, that was fun, your Uber is waiting," if he hadn't been a rockstar with that finger, mouth, and dick action.

Oh my god, I've been dickmatized.

Well, get UN-dickmatized,I thought, squeezing a fat dollop of body wash onto my loofah to scrub the sin from my skin. My future didn't include anything resembling a football person — guy, whatever — and I wasn't about to waste more time messing around with nonnegotiables.

If I'd spent a little more time paying attention to Derek's red flags, I wouldn't have gotten slapped upside the head by one of them.

Derek, the gaming nerd who'd been the safe bet, the one who wouldn't dare break my heart — had made mincemeat out of my stupid heart, leaving me to wonder how that'd happened.

I should've paid attention to the signs.

The biggest red flag had been the girlfriend. He'd told a sad story about how he and his girl were on the outs, and it was just a process of her getting her things to officially move out, sotechnically, I hadn't been the "other" woman because they were breaking up already.

Okay, I see now how it'd been a stretch. I'd been the "other" woman, but the joke's on me because that woman dodged a bullet and left me holding the bag. It turned out that Derek was a consummate liar and had played me and so many other girls with his dorky nerd routine, and we'd fallen for it.

My pride stung at that realization, but I was willing to take the punch if it meant learning the lesson and moving on.

Still, it hurt a bit.

I needed to call Darby. She was probably dying to know what'd happened after the bar. But did I want to tell her in great detail how Cason had rocked my world in a way that I wasn't ready for? I had a good idea of what she would say about it. No, the best course of action was to put it all behind me and move on with my life. Keep it nonchalant with a 'No Big Deal' attitude about the whole experience.

I wasn't a good actress, but I wanted to try.

After exiting the shower, I quickly washed up and did a quick updo, dressed, and ran errands. I was impressed that Darby gave me until after lunch before she started blowing up my phone the minute I finished my sandwich. The woman could work for the FBI, I swear she had the nose of a bloodhound.

"Oh my God, I cannot believe you're making me wait this long to give me details about your hook up with that hot football player. Shame on you."

Time to play it cool. "Sorry, I had a lot of errands to run. It's not a big deal. It was whatever. It happened, and now it's over." Good job successfully downplayed. No need to go on and on about the endless orgasms and how my inner thighs felt rubbery from using muscles I'd forgotten existed.

Darby didn't hide her disappointment. "Damn, I was really hoping that he was going to be worth all the hype. Was he, like, terrible? Or just boring? Sometimes those athletes take weird supplements that affect their libido, you know what I mean. I'm not saying he does steroids or anything like that but you never know…"

Even though it would've made this conversation a lot easier to end, I couldn't lie about Cason like that. "No, he was pretty good. Nothing weird or too kinky, just…um, good."

"So, no butt-stuff?"

I made a face. "God no."

"Don't rule out the kink, baby girl. Sometimes you never know what's going to turn your crank if you don't give it a try. Start small. Like anal beads or something like that. And use lots of lube."

"Darby, stop trying to get me to stick things up my butt. That's your thing but if I ever need advice, I know where to go."

"Fair enough," Darby said. "But he couldn't have been that good if you were willing to send him packing so soon."

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