All football player Chris wants is to play football with his best friends in the NFL. But the night before he meets someone who could change his life... if she wasn't the bosses daughter. Can Chris change her mind with a little sideline love?
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Becca cursed herself and Chris for the rest of the day. She cursed him for leaving her in the state she was in, and she cursed herself for scheduling so many interviews. A few hours later, he was finally done, and he heads out.
C: My place or yours?
B: Yours
B: Now
C: Impatient Angel?
B: You have no idea.
Chris drove as fast as he dared to his home. Once he got there, he let Dodger out and the doorbell rang. Becca stood there, lust filling her eyes. She stepped into his house, and he managed to close the door before she pulled him in for a searing kiss. "Angel, just a sec, ok?"
"What? Why?"
"Have to set up Dodger or he'll start howling." Chris ran to let Dodger back in, fed him and made sure his toy lion was on his bed. Becca watched him with a giggle. "What is so funny Angel?"
"You, a desperate man and yet so caring to his dog. "Its adorable."
Chris turned to Becca, his face unreadable. Becca backs up a bit but hits the counter when Chris cages her in. "I believe I promised to take you on this counter."
"You'd really fuck me on this counter for our first time?"
"This isn't our first, in case you've forgotten." Chris steps back. "But you're right." He throws her up over his shoulder. "I want to feel you in my bed." He starts walking upstairs.
"Chris! Put me down!" Becca swats his ass, making him growl.
"Not a chance Angel. I only put you down on my bed." He opens the doors to reveal a simple blue toned bedroom. The furniture is all light wood tones, the sheets in greys. He plops her down on the bed, making her squeak. "God, this whole day, I was so hard. I hope no one could tell."
"I could," Becca smirked, "but then again, I caused part of it."
"Yes, yes you did." Chris grasped her ankle and pulled her to the end. He slipped off her sandals and pushed her dress back up. He kissed her legs gently, wanting to taste all of her skin. He can hear her breathing pick up and see the movement of her chest moving rapidly. He climbed on top of her to look at her. "Becca?"
"I'm fine Chris, its just been a while. Since you, actually."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No! God no, I'm just, well, wound tight, because of earlier."
"Angel, I'm sorry, I didn't mean...."
"No, Its good, please just Chris, touch me please?" She pleaded.
Chris stared at her, her eyes blown, a flush of pink across her cheeks. "You're beautiful." He kissed her slowly, her hands grasping his hair and neck. He let his hands travel over her body, feeling her nipples strain against the fabric covering her. He pulled one strap of her dress down, along with her bra to free her breast. He grazed the skin while kissing her neck and then kissing lower.
