Chapter 1

Steve

The private room at the Pan Pacific is crowded. Most of the Vancouver Tigers football team has arrived through the back doors, here to celebrate the start of a new season. As the team doctor, my job is to make sure everyone is healthy and able to play. Well, tonight my job is to have a good time, but those are the official duties of my position.

I like these parties because there are always a lot of women—the wives and girlfriends, or the WAGs as we call them, and also cheerleaders. But my favorite are the women who are here to meet a player.

I’m not a player, but I get more attention than the assistant coaches because I always drop that I’m the team doctor. It’s one of the perks of the job, and tonight, I have a room upstairs at the hotel, just in case.

With a drink in my hand, I wander over to the coaching staff. They’re surrounded by women. Jimmy always has the most, which is hilarious. He’s married and faithful, but a magnet for ladies.

Then I see her across the room. She has a long mane of chestnut hair. We lock eyes, and she smiles. I smile back.

She’s talking to Tanya Wei, the head of our marketing group, and after a moment, Tanya looks over at me. Then the woman whispers something and laughs.

I like what I see in that red dress with lots of cleavage. With a dress like that, she has to be here for the same reason I am—to scratch that itch.

Without breaking eye contact, she makes her way across the room to me.

“Hello,” she says. “I’m Eliza.”

I reach for her hand and bring it to my lips. “Nice to meet you, Eliza. I’m Steve.”

She giggles. “Does that work with women?”

“I don’t know. You tell me. I have a room upstairs if you’re interested.”

She smirks. “You’re very sure of yourself.”

“I know what I like when I see it.”

“And you like me?”

“Most certainly.”

“Why don’t we slow things down a bit, Prince Charming.”

“I’m a doctor if your heart is beating too fast.”

She smiles and shakes her head. “Tell me something about yourself.”

There’s something about her I can’t quite put my finger on, but I like her. I don’t mind working this a little bit, and even if she turns me down tonight, I think it might be fun to connect with her later. “I grew up here in Vancouver.”

She straightens her back. “Really? That’s rare.”

I nod and take a sip of my whiskey. “I did. We moved a few times, though. I was born at Mercy Hospital and lived in Burnaby, and then we lived in several different houses around Vancouver while my dad fixed them up and sold them. ”

“Your dad flipped houses before it was popular.”

I’ve never thought of it that way. “I guess he did.” I’m mesmerized by her caramel-colored eyes for a moment. “What about you?”

Her brow furrows. “I grew up in West Van.”

West Van tends to be old-money Vancouver. “Very nice. Did you attend Bowden?”

“How did you know? Is that where you went?”

I laugh. “No way. My parents went to public schools and believe Canada has one of the best school systems in the world, so I graduated from King George.”

“Wow, the downtown high school. I’m impressed.”

“I was on the football team, but they were known for hockey. I played both sports until they made me choose.”

She curls a strand of hair around her finger. “Why did you have to choose?”

“Because I knew I’d never be in this room as an athlete.”

“And what brings you here this evening?”

“Didn’t Tanya tell you?”

Her lips curl. “No. She warned me away from you. She said you were a sheep in wolf’s clothing.”

My hands go to my heart as if she had shot me. “She didn’t say that.”

Eliza nods.

“I’m the team doctor. I work half the year for the team, and the other half I work at Mercy Hospital.”

“Oh! Where you were born.”

I nod. “I like it. I’m an orthopedic surgeon.”

“So, you’re telling me you’re good with your hands?”

I nod. “When you’re ready to find out, you let me know, and we’ll head upstairs.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Her hands are empty, and it dawns on me that I should change that. “Can I get you a drink?”

“What are you drinking?”

“Irish whiskey. ”

“That’s my dad’s drink.”

“I can get you anything you want. What sounds good?”

“Hmm… How about Stoli with a lemon twist on the rocks?”

I nod. “Okay. Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” I head to the bar and order her drink and a second for myself. When I turn around, she’s talking with the owner of the team, Tom Rourke. She’s laughing, and I realize she must work in the front office. I don’t think I’ve seen her before.

Tom is pulled away before I return with her drink. When I hand it to her, we toast. “Cheers.”

“What do you do for the team?” I ask. I want to be careful, because if she’s Tom’s assistant, I need to back away. I don’t date women for long, and I certainly don’t want to rock the boat with the head office.

“I float around wherever they need me.” She takes a sip of her drink.

She’s just the perfect package—bright and engaging with a stunning body and legs that go on forever. “You’re not Tom’s assistant or second assistant or something?”

“Tom?” Her head tilts to the side.

I give an internal sigh of relief. “Tom Rourke.”

“Oh. Mr. Rourke. No. I’m definitely not his assistant. I work in marketing mostly.”

We talk for a while longer, and she nurses the vodka.

“Did you choose vodka so you wouldn’t get drunk?”

She smiles. “You’re very observant. I need to keep my wits about me with you around.”

“I would never make you do anything you didn’t want to do.”

“So, if I told you I wanted to go to your hotel room, you’d take me up there and do what?”

“What do you want me to do?”

She smiles. “I don’t know. What are you good at?”

“Oh honey, I could make you come three times without even penetrating you. ”

“Really? How can you be so sure?”

“I’ve never left a woman unsatisfied.”

She snorts. “Are you sure they’re not faking it?”

I tilt my head to the side. “Positive.”

“Then I guess you need to show me.”

“Do you need to let anyone know you’re heading out?”

“No. We’re good.”

The party is in full swing as I place my hand at the small of her back and lead her to the elevator. I don’t know where tonight is going to take us, but I’m excited.

After stepping into the elevator, the tension is thick. I’m used to women making the next move. I know she’s committed to coming to my room, but I don’t want to overstep.

“Did you plan on bringing someone upstairs tonight?” she asks.

“Would that bother you?”

“No. I’m betting it would mean you’re pretty much a Boy Scout and always prepared.”

“If you’re asking if I have condoms, I do.”

She smiles and steps close to me. Her soft mounds pillow against my chest. She licks her lips, and my cock is already straining against my zipper. Her kiss is assertive and erotic, and I quickly take over, showing her how our evening is going to go.

The elevator pings at our floor, and we break apart.

I reach for her hand and lace our fingers together. The sizzle of chemistry is strong. We stroll down the hall, and a swipe of my phone over the lock opens the door. I lead her into my suite.

I pull two bottles of water from the minibar in the corner. I need to cool down a half-minute, or I’m going to explode in my pants. I haven’t been with a woman who turned me on like this in a long time.

Eliza takes a bottle of water from me and sits in a big leather chair. She looks at me as if waiting for me to perform.

“Show me the color of your panties,” I say in a low voice .

She smiles as she hikes up her dress. She sits with her legs wide and gives me an amazing view of dark blue silk.

Fuck.

Eliza runs her index finger over to the damp fabric, stroking the cleft where moisture has collected. Her eyes drift down at the sensation of her own touch. She’s turned on. I’m mesmerized, watching her take her pleasure. She doesn’t need me for that. But I can’t just sit and watch.

I grab the ankle closest to me and hook her leg over the arm of the chair. “I’m pretty sure I can do that to your utmost satisfaction.” Corny as it sounds, she’s so hot I would do anything at this point to get inside her.

Dropping to my knees, I take her other ankle and place that leg over the other chair arm. Her thighs are spread wide open, those blue silk panties turning almost black with her wetness. With a flip of my wrist, I rip the panties from her, tucking them into my pocket.

“Those were real silk,” she says breathlessly.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.”

Her pussy is completely bare, and it pulls me to her like a magnet, my dick hard.

We don’t bother with any more play. I lean close, and her slim, pink-tipped fingers bury themselves in my hair as my mouth nears her swollen pussy. I can’t wait to taste her, but I want this to be good too.

She whimpers when I move up and kiss her mouth instead. Our tongues dance, but when her hand wanders to her center, I stop her. “No. I’m in control here.”

She stands, and I reach for her dress, pulling it over her head in one deft movement. She’s wearing a blue silk bra to match. She reaches behind herself and frees her tits. They’re glorious. They sit high and full with small, rose-pink nipples that have hardened into points.

I unbuckle my pants, letting them drop to the floor. Then I pull off my tie and shirt, tossing them close to her dress. I reach for her and turn her around, leaning her bare back against my chest. Her skin is hot, almost feverish against mine.

I kneel and lick from the base of her spine all the way up to her neck. She gives a deep shiver, assuring me that she’s extremely responsive. I already know she’s intelligent and witty. I can only hope she’s as confident during sex as she seemed to be before. There’s nothing more attractive than a confident woman who knows what she wants from a man and knows how to get it.

Once again, I spin her around to face me. I ease her back into the chair and drop to my knees to taste her rosy nipples. I flick at the tips with my tongue, her body jerking in reaction. I let my teeth scrape down from the top of her full breast, capturing the nipple in my mouth. Alternating from hard and fast to slow and easy seems to drive her crazy. Her hips push toward me, trying to find some relief from my relentless teasing. Every inch of her skin tastes and smells of honey. She’s delicious.

My mouth trails down her flat stomach, my tongue finding her belly button before reaching the top of her mound. I pause there, lightly biting her skin before plunging my tongue between her thighs.

I don’t want to do the typical male thing and start right in on her clit. I’ve taken too many risks already to have this be just a routine one-night stand. Deciding on my plan of action, I point my tongue and plunge it into her, darting in and out like a small cock fucking her. Her body bucks up off the chair, a gasp bursting from her chest. She props herself up on her arms and watches as I assault her pussy this way. Her eager moans assure me she likes what I’m doing.

I lightly strum her clit, now out of its hood and throbbing visibly. The rose shade of her pussy grows darker as she becomes more and more aroused. I keep up the tongue fucking for a little while longer, bringing her close to the edge but not quite over it. I have other plans and can’t wait to see how she’ll react.

With two fingers inside, I find her magic button. I keep up a light pressure, watching her body flush and twitch. Then I press harder and lean down, flicking her clit just a few times to send her over the edge. She stands, pushing her mound into my hand for more friction. She comes hard, gripping my hand inside her with each convulsion of her inner muscles.

“Steve, fuck, I can’t wait any longer. Don’t you want to be inside me?” Her voice breaks through my mental wanderings. I can hear the strain of the tension building between us.

I roll a condom on and sit in the leather chair, I pull her down to my lap, her back to my chest. She takes hold of my cock in one hand, guiding it into her slick, hot passage. I silently name all the bones in the human hand to keep from shooting off, to get myself under control so I can give her a good ride.

She takes her time getting seated. Inch by inch, she eases onto me, sighing deeply when she hits bottom. Damn, she feels so good—tight without being painful, hot, and so wet that some of her liquid leaks down onto my balls. Placing her hands on the arms of the chair, she lifts herself until just the head of my cock is inside her before letting her body fall back down onto me. She grunts as my cock bottoms out and immediately rises back up. She does this several times, each time falling faster than the last.

I dig my fingers into her lush hips, amazed at how strong and limber she is while still feeling so soft. When she leans forward, I hold on, wondering what she will do next. Her thighs do all the work, raising her body up and down to ride me, and the feeling is truly incredible. It makes me feel like I have a huge cock with each stroke tapping against her cervix. She’s loving it, moaning and arching her back, practically growling on the downstroke.

It isn’t enough, though. I love how it feels to have her in control, but I want a turn. Grabbing her under the knees, I lift and turn her, placing her in the chair, her hands holding onto the back for support. Somehow, I manage to keep my cock inside her the entire time. Something about this woman makes me feel like a superhero—or a god.

My hips piston my cock into her, hard, fast, and deep. I can feel my balls tighten, a deep electricity churning inside them, signaling that my finish is close. Her insides pulse, and I know she isn’t far behind me, but I’m not about to let myself come first. I want to feel her spasming around my cock, milking me. Reaching down, I use two of my fingers to circle her clit, making sure I don’t rub too hard. My other hand cups her left breast, tweaking the nipple firmly enough to draw a gasp from her.

When her body shakes, I know she’s close. I rub her clit faster, pounding into her with everything I have. Sweat pools at the small of her back, a bit of hers, a bit of mine. She’s moaning and begging me to fuck her harder, faster, each word bringing me closer and closer to the fall.

Her body clenches, and a small scream rips out of her, telling me she’s tumbling over the edge of the cliff as she squeezes me tight. With one final push, stream after stream fills the condom. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard in my life.

After a minute, my breathing slows enough to allow me to pull back and flop down on the bed. She remains still for a moment before she sits down in the seat of the chair, her eyes half closed. The satisfied look on her face makes my cock twitch for a second round. She licks her lips and sits up a bit, stretching in the most seductive way, letting her breasts jut forward as her back arches.

“Come on over here.” I motion.

She gets up from the chair and glides over to join me on the bed. I pull her in tight and don’t wake until the next morning.

Next thing I know, daylight streams through the curtains and falls on my clothes, now neatly folded in the leather chair. I listen, but there’s no noise.

She’s gone.

I’m disappointed.

I dress and walk downstairs to grab a cup of coffee. In line, I see Marty Holloway, quarterback for the Vancouver Tigers. He slaps me on the shoulder. “Guess I’m not the only one who stayed the night.”

I smile. I’m not one to brag.

“I saw you having a good time with the owner’s daughter last night,” he says, raising his cup to me. “Smart move to butter her up. Rumor has it old man Rourke is going to give her the team later this year.”

“His daughter?” I ask.

“Yeah, the hot brunette in the red dress.”

I school my face. Did I just fuck the owner’s daughter? I close my eyes. I already know the answer.