The Player | SPORTS ROMANCE | 18+

Chapter 2

SALVADORA DE LEON

Titus Reyes.

His name seemed familiar, like I had heard it somewhere before, but I couldn't place it.

Titus called a cab and called ahead to book us a room in a hotel in the middle of town. Thankfully they had a room, otherwise I don't know what I would have done.

Actually, I knew exactly what I would have done.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Titus asked as we sat in the back of the cab, slipping his phone back into his pocket. "Are you having second thoughts?" He asked like he genuinely cared.

"No." I denied quickly, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. "No second thoughts. I just don't usually do this kind of thing."

"One-night stands?"

I nodded, feeling shy.

"Never?" He questioned, sounding surprised.

"Once. A couple months ago." I admitted in a small voice. "I was visiting a friend in Chicago. We were at this house party one night and there was this guy playing beer pong..." My voice trailed off as realization dawned on me.

What was I doing telling a guy I was about to sleep with about the last guy I slept with?

I hadn't told him that yet so it was better I kept my mouth shut while I was ahead. Unless I had caused enough damage already but seeing the way Titus had his head thrown back while he laughed so freely told me I hadn't blown things just yet.

"Sorry." I apologised, a warm flush spreading over my face. "I don't know why I told you all that. That's so embarrassing."

"No, I want to know." Titus chuckled; his laughter having subsided. "How was it?"

My eyes widened. "How was the sex?"

"Yes."

"Kind of terrible." I chuckled and cringed as I thought of the dreadful experience.

"He didn't make you cum?" Titus asked so casually as if we were alone, but one glance at the driver told me that he was listening to our every word.

"Let's just say that he wasn't the most...hygienic." I cringed. "Thankfully, it was over pretty quickly so I didn't have to put up with it for long."

"You don't have to worry about either of those things with me, Carina." Titus assured me, leaning over to brush his lips against my temple. "I'm very hygienic, and I have great stamina. I promise you won't be disappointed tonight."

I don't know what had my pussy tingling me. The sweet endearment he had used for me, or the promise of all the pleasure he would deliver tonight. Perhaps both.

There was not a single doubt in my mind that Titus wouldn't live up to my expectations tonight. I felt like I could cum just be looking at him. With his messy midnight black hair that fell over his forehead and looked like it had never been introduced to a comb before, deep, chocolate eyes that had my entire body flushing, strong, arched eyebrows and sharp jaw with just a hint of a five o'clock shadow, Titus Reyes was nothing short of every woman's wet dreams.

My body had a mind of its own as I wrapped my arms around Titus' waist while he checked us into the hotel for the night. I was very aware that the receptionist was watching us both keenly while she studied something on her computer screen, but I couldn't bring myself to care less. Titus seemed to be in agreement as he buried his hand in my hair and tugged, forcing my head up. I rose on my tiptoes to meet him halfway, and my eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his lips against mine.