Page 31 of Dirty News
“Can I ask you why you wanted this job in the first place?” I asked him, because I wanted to know more about this man my heart couldn’t seem to let goof.
Putting his syrupy fork down on the plate, he nodded. “I want this job because I don’t think many opportunities will come around for a guy like me. I’ve played ball all my life. I’ve never had any other job, other than football. I’ve got this agent who’s been trying to get me work for the last few months, and the jobs he’s come up with are sad, to say theleast.”
“So, there’s just not that much out there for a man like you then, is what you’re saying?” The thought made me feel sad forhim.
I had the world at my fingertips. With a supportive family to see me through, I could go anywhere and do anything. But Duke wasn’t like me. His opportunities were limited—or at least he thoughtso.
“A lot of jobs just wouldn’t be sustainable for me. You see, I live with pain every day from the surgeries I’ve had from when I was still playing.” Duke ran his hand over his shoulder. “This shoulder was my first surgery, and I had hoped it would be the last, but I wasn’t thatlucky.”
Sympathy filled me for the poor guy. “So, you’ve got a lot of scarsthen?”
“I’ve got quite a few of them.” He looked at me with a smile on his handsome face. “A lot of people have it worse than I do. I know that. But the fact is, the chronic pain makes it difficult to do a lot ofthings.”
“You should let me interview you, Duke.” I couldn’t help revisiting that thought I’d had when we first met. He’d had an interesting career, and he had a fan base out there. “Not like a video interview, just a written one. I could sell it to a newspaper, or a magazine. It would spark interest in you again, and it would help me get my name out there too. What do youthink?”
Placing a couple of twenty-dollar bills on the table, he got up, holding out his hand. “I like that idea a lot. How about you come home with me and we can do the interview there? I’ve got a laptop you can use to write thearticle.”
Taking his hand, I agreed. I knew it might be difficult to keep things from getting out of control, but something was leading me in that direction, and my brain wasn’t having a fit about goingeither.
From the moment I stepped into his apartment, I felt a shift in the energy around us. We were finally all alone, and no one would see or hear a thing we did. The tension in the room let me know that both of us were a little afraid ofthat.
I took a seat when he pointed at a nice dark leather sofa. “Have aseat.”
“I’d like to see your scars, if that’s okay.” I knew what I was asking would only stoke the fire that had been building inside me the entire ride over to hisplace.
“Let me change into something else then. I’ll be right back. The laptop is on the desk over there; feel free to fire it up.” He left the living room, and I got up to grab thecomputer.
When I opened it, I found his background screen was a picture of his football team. There he was in the back row, standing out even in a sea full of muscle-bound men. He was by far the best looking. And that was saying something, as there were a lot of good-looking men on thatteam.
I put the computer down when he came back in wearing only a white robe. “I thought this would work the best. Is this okay withyou?”
“It’s fine with me.” It was more than fine. I wanted to really get to know DukeCofield.
He pulled the robe down to expose his shoulder. A rigid scar marred the tanned skin there. “This is where I had the firstsurgery.”
“Can I touch it?” I asked as he took aseat.
He nodded, and I got up and went to him. Standing in front of him, I moved my hand over the rough surface. “That had tohurt.”
“It still does.” He moved the robe a bit, showing me a scar on his side. “This is where they went in to fix a punctured lung. My ribs were broken, and one stabbed methere.”
I looked into his eyes as I moved my hand to run over that scar. My hand began to shake as I thought about how close I was to him, and about how close he’d come to death. My body felt hot; I think I even started to sweat alittle.
When his hand closed around mine, holding it against his skin, I fell helplessly for him. “Duke, can I kissyou?”
He nodded and I moved in closer. Our lips touched, his hands moving to my waist as he pulled me to sit on his lap, facing him. The robe was still covering him, but I could feel his cock swelling beneathme.
I had no idea how we’d manage to hide this thing we had between us, but I sure as hell couldn’t stop it from happening. Nor did I wantto.
His hand slid up my thigh as our mouths began the search for the ecstasy that our bodies now demanded. The way his hand felt on my skin promised me things would be phenomenal as we wentfurther.
My skirt was scrunched up to my waist within seconds. His lips left mine to run up my neck then I felt his breath warm in my ear as he asked, “If we go any further than this, I need to know if you’re on birth control or not, because I don’t have any condoms rightnow.”
Silently, I thanked God that I’d gotten on the pill right about the time I turned eighteen. “No worries, I’mcovered.”
“Thank God.” His hot mouth moved back down my neck, all the way to the hollow just below my throat. “Would you like to move this to the bedroomthen?”
“I would likethat.”
