Page 85 of Rome: The Ballerina

“I’m a grown ass man, Long. Don’t ever attempt to stick your dick beaters in my food. I don’t give a fuck how serious you think I am.”

“Boy, that W getting to your head.”

“And, that bench getting to yours. Get out of my way unless you need a valid reason not to touch the ball during the season,” I said, pushing past him before he had the chance to move.

Completely disgusted by his lack of respect for my meal, I tossed it in the trash as I exited the tunnel and entered the garage.

No fucking hometraining.

I tapped the fob on my keyring, starting the engine of my whip. The roaring assured me I was well within range.

“Good game, De Bacco.”

I nodded, acknowledging Susan, the security guard that worked the metal detectors that led to the tunnel.

“See you next week.”

I raised a hand to my forehead, saluting as I passed her up. The pathway was cleared as I continued. My car appeared behind the stragglers, friends, family, and spouses of my teammates.

There was ruckus in my chest. My pants grew tighter around my dick as a chuckle fell from my lips. My legs never stopped moving. My thoughts never stopped circulating. My heart never stopped pounding. Not even when I’d reached my destination.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

Clap.

A pleasant surprise awaited me. Rome’s hands collided and separated four times, beckoning for every inch of me. She had my attention. My undivided attention.

Silently, I studied her. She was a ravishing mystery.

So graceful.

So elegant.

So exquisite.

So winsome.

“Impressive win.”

She was fragrant, making me wonder what she’d spritzed on her hair and skin and clothes.

“Impressive,” I repeated, not bothering with the second word.

“You were.” She nodded.

“You are.”

Against the hood of the Bugatti, she rested. The car resembled a Honda Accord behind her. Her worth ascended thehigh-dollar whip I’d sold a left lung to acquire. I placed my food on the roof.

My limbs collaborated with my heart to take control of my actions. I moved closer to Rome, spreading her legs with my knee. She didn’t protest. She opened for me, inviting me into her space.

My hands lowered onto her legs. Slowly, they moved up her body, rounding it and nearly meeting behind her. I pulled her closer until her chest was against me. Involuntarily, my eyes closed as I took her in.

Storing every detail of her existence in my mental rolodex.

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