Page 15 of Forbidden Dunk

I wasn’t sure my legs could take much more.

I made my way into the locker room, ignoring the talk from everyone and got lost in my own world.

Forty-five minutes later, as the last one to leave, I walked down the hallway, passing the court, and frowned as the lights were left on. I popped my head in, surprised to see Marketa sitting on the bench.

“What are you doing here, Shorty?”

“Waiting on you.”

“For what?” I sat my bag down then took the seat next to her.

The devilish glint in her eye had me wanting to pull her on my lap. What was this woman thinking?

“I want to apologize for my dad.”

“You don’t need to, Marketa. We both knew how he would be. So, we’ll play it cool and let him think he won. I’m not giving up on you. You struck something in me, and I’ll be damned if I let you go.”

“Music to my ears.”

I frowned at that, not sure what she was thinking. I mean, I was up for whatever game she wanted to play.

“Yeah, why is that?”

Without a sound, she climbed on my lap, wrapped her arms around my neck, then pressed her lips against mine. And I was lost in all the sensation that was Marketa and the things she did to me.

She giggled as she finally broke away, leaving me breathless. She stood and tossed her shirt, making my eyes open wide.

“Want to know something I’ve always wanted to do?” she asked.

“What’s that?”

“Screw someone on my dad’s court. A little secret tidbit for only me to know.”

With that, she quickly undid the rest of her clothing, making my mouth water. Thank goodness everyone else was gone.

I jumped up, tossing off my own clothes, the naughty thoughts of that playing in mind like crazy. She squealed a little as I chased her, wrapping my arms around her waist, and kissing her deeply.

Fuck, this woman was fun, crazy, naughty, talented, smart, and beautiful. She was the whole packaged wrapped up one nice, Shorty bow.

I let my lips trail over her neck, and then down her chest, flicking my tongue over her nipple. She groaned as she arched, her nails sliding through my hair.

“Your tongue.”

“What about it?” I asked, switching to her other nipple.

“It’s wicked.”

“Wait till you see the things it can do to your cunt.”

“That’s great,” she hissed, pushing her body against mine. “But I don’t need it now. Later you can do all the nasty things with it. Right now, just fuck me.”

I lifted my head as I trailed a finger over her slit, finding her to be wet already. Damn. I barely kissed her, so was it the thought of tainting her dad’s workplace that got her hot and bothered?

“Do you know, that’s the second time you demanded that of me.”

Her head lifted and she locked her gaze with mine, the heat there making me even harder. Not that my cock wasn’t crying out in pain.

“It won’t be the last, now fuck me.”

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