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She looked up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, her lips slightly parted and her chest heaving. His mouth went dry as she bit on the bottom lip and tried to smile.

“Time doesn’t matter. I feel like I know you well enough,” she managed with a hoarse laugh.

“I choose you because deep down, you’re a good person.”

He started to shake his head to deny what she said that I was far removed from anyone who resembled such a description.

“Olivia, dammit. I can’t do this.”

“Shush. No, please. I’m so close to something and I know it’s going to be spectacular. Please.”

She didn’t have to complete her plea because he was giving in to the temptation melting through him.

She closed her eyes and arched her neck. Pushing her breasts up invitingly. I tried not to look. To forget their sweetness.

“Olivia, listen to me.”

Desperation colored my efforts.

“Roman, I’m choosing to do this. With you.”

She undulated her hips and threw her legs over his thighs, bringing him close to the edge.

“Look at me. Olivia, look at me.” She swung her head back and forth, and her arms went around his back, trying to urge him down into her.

“Please, don’t say no. Don’t reject me.”

That was all he needed to hear.

Dripping with sweat, Roman thrust hard into her and embedded himself at the hilt. He couldn’t think. Could only let go. Could only sigh when he felt the contractions take her, and she screamed his name in pleasure.

He pumped hard into her, feeling rolling earthquakes. Faster and faster. High and higher. Until they reached a screaming explosion as one.

They shared hot, urgent euphoria till he fell over the edge, together in mind and body.

They collapsed on each other, panting, and in a few minutes, they were fast asleep.

Chapter 13

Marcussatacrossfromhis prospective client, Gimmel, in a popular and upscale New York restaurant. The low hum of conversations and clinking of glasses provided a backdrop for their meeting. Marcus’ posture exuded confidence, his sharp eyes focused intently on him.

“I’m thrilled we could meet today. Thank you for considering our agency. I’ve always admired your talent on the court, and I firmly believe we can take your career to new heights.”

Gimmel was a young and promising basketball player, and Marcus finally got in with him.

He nodded appreciatively, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and cautious interest. He took a sip of his frappe before relaxing into his seat.

“Thanks, Marcus. I’ve heard great things about your agency, but I have to say, Roman has been my agent for a while now, and he’s been solid. Why should I consider switching?”

Marcus leaned forward.

“Gimmel, I understand your loyalty to Roman, but it’s important to assess your long-term goals and the opportunities that lie ahead. Our agency has a track record of securing highly lucrative deals for our clients, pushing boundaries, and ensuring their success off the court as well.”

Gimmel’s interest was piqued now as he listened intently.

“The world of sports has been slow this season and I can’t deny the allure of bigger and better opportunities. But I need to know I’m working with someone who understands me, someone I can trust. That’s what I have with Roman.”

Marcus leaned back, a confident smile playing on his lips.

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