Peachy and the Pro

Peachy and the Pro

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Slow burns, sore muscles, and stolen glances-some things take time. Others hit you like a full-court press. Peachy thought joining a gym would be the hard part. Between her toy-pink car, her barely-used sneakers, and a deep fear of gym bros, she was fully prepared to suffer in silence. What she wasn't prepared for was Ethan. Tall. Stoic. Hotshot basketball player with a habit of hovering near her treadmill. When he offers to "help" her with form, Peachy's pretty sure it's less about fitness and more about something else entirely. As workouts turn into café hangouts, cardio jogs into shared playlists, and stretching sessions into something dangerously close to flirting, Peachy finds herself falling-for the sport, for her strength, and maybe for the one person who sees through all her deflection. But Ethan Torres has his own season to survive-on the court, and off it. And Peachy? She's not sure if he's just being nice, or if he's the one person willing to fight for something real.
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Two people - broken in their own way - collide. Francesca's life was completely normal up to a couple months ago. Ethan's never known normality. Two people. Carrying a massive weight of secrets. Only time will take for their barriers to break and their walls to fall. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Language, sexual themes, smut, drugs and alcohol. - - - My insides are begging for me to let go, and I don't think I can hold no longer, but for my own dignity, I do, trying to push it down. It's too soon, embarrassingly soon. "Don't you fucking dare." His voice is hard, demeaning, and that alone makes my insides tighten further. The pressure becoming unbearable. Ethan's hand grabs my wet hair, twirling it around his hand before he pulls me up by it, and I wince slightly before sighing as my back hits his chest, his cock still buried into me. He palms my breasts, my nipples hardening further, and he rolls my right one between his fingers before pinching it, and I whine at the feeling. Dickhead. "Cum for me right now, Francesca, or else."

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