First Kisses Are Never Forgotten

Chapter 22

ADDISON

Today, we start the two-week break between matches, so no matches today. I like those two weeks. Diaz only has training and we get more time to work on our therapy session and exercises.

I got out of the house because I could watch Diaz do push-ups on the balcony while being shirtless...again.

We haven't discussed the elevator incident, mainly because I only talk to him as his doctor, and I don't hang out with him without being professional and a bit strict. I am trying so hard to forget it and do my job, but he is making it so damn hard with all those shirtless push-ups. Also, he shows off his strength by doing some of them on his fingers.

Did I mention his arms and hands are covered in tattoos? Very, very hot tattoos? Tattoos that I want to study and ask him about each and every one of them after I ride his cock so hard in his bed? Yeah, Tattoos!

God, those long, strong fingers, I can't forget how they felt inside me. His dirty words in my ear and his mouth on my pussy. I still picture him on his knees ravaging me.

My inner thighs still have imprints from his rough stubble. That beard made me go crazy while he devoured me.

He knew what he was doing whether it was his tongue, lips or fingers, he knew what my body needed and even more.

He looked devastating with my come on his lips and his hair all messed up. He wrecked me with just his mouth and two fingers, and I could even complain.

This man is giving me the best orgasms of my life, and I could feel his ruin. I can't stop my body from wanting his touch, his kisses.

I can't control how much I wanted to feel his hard cock on me again. To release the pressure he was feeling when we left in the car. I wanted to take his cock in mouth and let his fuck me there too.

God, I can't get wet here.

I get out of my car and enter the mall. This morning I started on our bucket list. My bucket list...No, our bucket list, yeah.

I donated some blood in the morning and surprisingly it made me feel good. I donated blood before, while in school. But it didn't feel like how today felt.

I met the kindest old man called Sean sitting in the chair next to me, he told me stories about his sweet grandkids, and stole half of my cookie while I pretended not to look. I loved Sean.

It felt like I helped some more people, without making it feel like volunteer work or homework for school. I liked knowing my blood will help people in need and I chose to do that today. Well, Diaz and I chose that.

I enter the mall with a small smile on my face, and start searching for a shop to start with. I'm shopping with my own money, unlike what the bucket list said.

I can't take Diaz's money, and I also would like to treat myself today. I haven't gone out shopping in ages, but now with my new salary I can afford to buy some new things.

Maybe, I can get some new black and pink thong, Diaz's ripped and stole mine like a caveman. It was one of my favorites.

"You are such a naughty girl, doctor."

Speaking of the literal devil. Why is Aaron Diaz standing in front of me? In the mall. Wearing a sandy, linen shirt with a V that he left unbuttoned, which brings out the gold in his eyes. And blue linen shorts that I would love to see on him from behind. Did I mention volleyball men have the best butts? They do, especially a specific setter.

Don't judge me. I'm a butt woman. Plus, I discovered that watching men's butt in volleyball shorts is one of God's best gifts to women.

"I can turn if you want."