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  But the whole time I stood watching the game, my brain was split in half. I could see him on the screen, taking his team to victory. He moved swiftly on the field, the cameras always remained focused on him. Even with his helmet on, even when he was being tackled, Kyle Murphy had an obnoxious smile on his face. The cameras captured the sparkle in his eye, the way his body cut through the wind as he ran.

  I was watching him. That is to say, I was watching the team win. I couldn’t help but think about my dad and the look of sheer surprise he would have on his face when my interview was printed the next morning. He’d see my name, my official mugshot at the top above the article and the realization would sink in: his daughter had interviewed Kyle Murphy, the model son he wished he had. He would be in disbelief for the first few minutes that it was actually his daughter, and then he might regret all the words he had thrown at me. He might regret the passive aggressiveness he had tortured my mother with, blaming her for not presenting him with a son, for not being able to have any more children after me.

  Kyle Murphy represented more than just a lucky break for me. He was going to give me the opportunity to prove to my dad that I was capable of anything. That even though I was a girl, I was way closer to the NFL than any son of his might have ever gotten.

  The game had come to an end, and I could see Kyle Murphy on the screen being lauded by the crowd. Some of his teammates had lifted him up on their shoulders. He had yanked the helmet off his face, smiling and laughing for the camera. Kyle Murphy was celebrating and I was silently celebrating too, hoping that he wouldn’t forget that he had an interview to give.

  Chapter Two - Kyle

  That fresh after-victory feeling overcame me when I walked off the field and back towards the locker room. I have to admit – it was the biggest thrill. It was why I played the game, why I trained every day of the week, every week of the month. I pushed my body to the limit, I worked hard to stay fit and on top of the game, to be the best… because I love to win.

  To hear the crowd cheer was a high, an adrenaline rush, and a reminder of all the good things in my life. Most importantly, a reminder of all the panties that were going to drop tonight. A game always charged me up for a good fuck. I needed to feel the smooth flesh of the inside of a woman’s thigh immediately after a game.

  If I won, and I always won, it immediately turned me on. I don’t know how to describe it other than that it was an instant, animalistic instinct to fuck.

  We had won again, my teammates thumping my back as we walked back towards the locker room. I was already scanning the cheering crowd, eyeing the people who had gathered at the entryway.

  I noticed the handful of women, fans who were screaming my name. Tight asses, delicious cleavage, flowing hair, big eyes, smooth necks. Those were the first things I noticed. I was like a wolf on the prowl. I knew I could have any of them – all I had to do was give them a look.

  I smiled at a few of them, and I could see it in their eyes as I passed by. They were desperate for me. I had read the papers this morning: a recent poll had revealed that I was named as “The Sexiest Man in America”. It had made me laugh that morning. Now, after the game was over, after we had run and the adrenaline was pumping through my veins, I wanted a prize. An actual prize.

  One of the girls who was screaming my name, whose palm I lightly grazed before walking away, had licked her lips when our eyes met. She wanted me. I could imagine her panties getting wet. She was going to tell all her friends that I had looked at her. It made me smile. Maybe there was some way I could get her into the locker room, into my shower, bend her over and get it over with. That was the only way I could relax, the only way I could calm my nerves and enjoy the rest of the celebration with my teammates. I needed to fuck.

  Then I walked into the hallway, my teammates flanking me on either side. We were like an entourage, a convoy of the most eligible bachelors in the country, who had just won another game.

  But my focus had shifted already. I had seen her standing at the entrance of the locker room, and I decided almost instantly that she was going to be my catch for the night. She would do.

  She could have been a reporter, or a lawyer, or an architect. The bottom line was she looked nothing like my usual screaming fans. This girl had straight glossy blonde hair that was neatly parted on the side, it was cut sharply at her shoulders. She immediately looked low maintenance, like she had barely spent any time doing her hair. She was wearing a pair of black tailored trousers and I instantly thought, “Who wears trousers to an NFL game?”

  A white shirt was tucked in at the waist, and that waist was small, and the buttons on her shirt were slightly parted to accommodate for those big juicy breasts. A lanyard hung around her neck, and that was when I made up my mind. I knew she was a reporter even before she stuck her hand out in front of me.

  “Kyle Murphy.” She said my name like she was informing me of it - like I might have been clueless of my name before she instructed me. I looked into her eyes. They were large, blue eyes, yet focused – like she was on a mission. She was serious about what she was about to say.

  I hadn’t slowed my pace (neither had those around me) and she walked beside us, keeping her hand stuck out towards me.

  “I’m Erica Lee from The Statesman,” she continued. This time I smirked at her. But unlike all my other fans, she was a tough nut to crack. I still hadn’t seen her smile or blush.

  “Hello, Erica Lee,” I said and decided to shake her hand. Physical contact might get the ball rolling. Our hands met and I was instantly aware of how small and slender her hand was in mine, but I shook it nonetheless with a strong jerk. I was almost afraid that I had broken her arm.

  But she looked unaffected.

  “I have an interview with you. Your manager confirmed it with us this morning,” she continued, and I raised my eyebrow. Honestly, I couldn’t remember. I didn’t pay attention to half of the things that Lewis said to me, and especially not on game day! But the very fact that she was here, so close to our locker room, meant that she had been given access. It was obvious that Lewis had allowed her to try to get an interview with me.

  She was still not smiling, and I was still walking. I walked straight into the locker room and she followed me. “Mr. Murphy,” she said after a few seconds of silence. Her voice was sharp, authoritative. I couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken to me like this.

  My interest in her had lain in what lay underneath those trousers and that white tucked-in shirt. But she looked like she meant business, and I wasn’t sure if that annoyed me or interested me more.

  Chapter Three - Erica

  “An interview?” he asked me. He had suddenly stopped in front of a locker, clearly his. I could feel my neck burning as I tried to maintain my composure. Men had started to strip right in front of me. They were all either lost in their own locker room world, or they were doing it purposely because they could see that a young, nervous girl was in the locker room with them.

  Friendly curses were being flung around, towels were being wrapped around waists. Some didn’t even bother to cover their dicks. A ritualistic shower was coming up, and I felt like all these men were putting on a show.

  Kyle Murphy was still fiddling around with his locker, thankfully he hadn’t started to strip yet.

  “Yes, your manager said that you were willing to give me an interview,” I reiterated as he smiled. I noticed the white set of perfectly sparkling teeth, those green eyes which laughed along with the rest of his face. He shook his head indulgently.

  “Lewis is a pain in the ass,” he said, and I could feel my hands start to get clammy. I was running out of things to say. I was getting a first-hand experience in exactly how charming Kyle Murphy could be.

  “Nonetheless, he has promised us your time,” I managed to say. I had to stick to the plan. I had to remain professional. A look bordering on annoyance took over Kyle’s face. He was probably irritated that I had said that, but I wasn’t going to budge. I was goin
g to get this interview.

  “How long is this going to take?” he asked and I bit down on my lip.

  “Half an hour? Forty-five minutes?” I said, trying to make it sound convincing. My attention had started to waver, though. I could see that he had started to unlace his shoes, which meant he was going to take off his clothes very soon.

  “I don’t have that kind of time, Erica.” He remembered my name. He straightened his back and was back to smiling. Then I saw his eyes narrow as he glanced, in full view, directly at my breasts. I could feel my cheeks blushing.

  “But there was a promise made, and I only have a couple of quick questions.” I charged through. Nothing was going to faze me. This was my career. I had points to prove to my dad.

  “Quick questions?” He said it with a laugh.

  “Yes, just a few questions about the game, and…” I tried to frame the words as best as I could.

  “And about the recent poll in the papers?” he asked and I stuck up my chin. I could see the pride in his eyes. He was having fun with me, he was enjoying the attention. I could see that he had directly assumed that he was making me wet.

  He had started to roll up his jersey. It came sliding off his body. He bunched it up into a ball and flung it into his open locker. I gulped as discreetly as I could manage to. His shoulders were broad and his smooth torso was sticky with sweat, his six-pack on full display. Instantly, I imagined my tongue running down the middle of his chest, all the way down his stomach and…

  “So is that what you want to ask me?” He interrupted my thoughts and I shook my head.

  “I’m not an entertainment reporter, Mr. Murphy,” I managed to say without fumbling.

  “Call me Kyle,” he said.

  “I’m a sports journalist, Kyle, so I’ll stick to the questions related to the game if that’s alright with you,” I said, instantly regretting it. I didn’t want to come across as arrogant. I knew Kyle Murphy wasn’t the kind of man to deal with arrogance well. Besides, he had probably already seen me drooling over his naked torso, so there was no denying that I was thinking about how sexy he was.

  He gave a sudden laugh, and then to my absolute shock started to remove the rest of his clothes. I gulped again, staring at him with widened eyes – at his nakedness, at that huge throbbing dick that already looked aroused. Or was it just the way it always looked?

  I snapped back my head to meet his eyes. I had to remain professional. I wasn’t going to allow myself to be like all those other women he so easily lured into bed. This interview wasn’t about how massively gorgeous Kyle Murphy looked naked.

  “Of course, Erica. You can ask me all the serious questions you like,” he said then, still smiling. He had already seen me looking, seen me blushing.

  I licked my lips and tried to force a weak smile on my face. “Let me just grab my notepad and I’ll have the questions ready for you,” I said, dragging my gaze away from him and shuffling through my tote for the things I needed.

  When I looked up I saw that his legs were spread wide apart and his feet planted firmly on the ground. His dick lay hanging, in all its glory, facing me. His arms were folded, with muscles bulging over his chest and he had a happy glint in his eye. Honestly, I was growing increasingly annoyed with him. He wasn’t taking it seriously. He wasn’t taking me seriously! This wasn’t what journalism was about.

  “You can ask me all the questions you want, but I’m going to take a shower,” he said and suddenly turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction.

  I felt my jaw hang open. Then, I breathed in deeply and exhaled. If he was trying to shake me off, it wasn’t going to work.

  Chapter Four - Kyle

  I didn’t think she’d follow me to the shower. I thought I’d successfully managed to get rid of her. What was evident from her body language was that she wasn’t as turned on by me as I was by her. But, then again, I was in the mood for a fuck. I still had the chemicals of victory running through my veins and I was desperate to get them out. I wanted her body. I wanted to feel that ass, run my fingers over her nipples… Or was it anybody’s ass I wanted? I wasn’t sure, and I was hoping that if she left me alone I could go ahead and invite someone else into the shower. One of the girls outside – maybe the one who had licked her lips when I grazed her hand.

  But Erica followed me all the way to the row of showers. The last one was always reserved for me, and I walked silently towards it. I could hear her heels clicking against the tiles as she hurried behind me.

  “So can I start asking you the questions?” I heard her say. I didn’t bother turning around. I thought I detected annoyance in her voice. If she was so annoyed with me, why didn’t she just leave me alone?

  “Shoot,” I said as I walked up to the shower and pulled the curtain aside. Some of my teammates were in the other cubicles, the water streaming down loudly.

  Erica tucked a handful of hair behind her ear and stared back at me with those large blue eyes. I was reminded again of how luscious those lips were and I felt my dick stir. “Firstly, your training schedule.” She said it with such mathematical precision. I rolled my eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked and I stepped into the shower cubicle.

  “This isn’t what I want to talk about right after a game. I want to celebrate,” I said, positioning myself right under the showerhead. I was surprised and maybe even a little offended that she hadn’t been staring at my body. That she had barely noticed my dick. What was she made of? Steel?

  “So what do you want me to ask you? About how you’ve been voted as the sexiest man in the country?” She threw the words at me, and I saw the sudden anger in her eyes. I had no idea why she was pissed off with me, but I laughed. Her cheeks had turned a dark red and her eyes had narrowed. I wanted to tear that shirt off her.

  “If you want,” I said and this time, it was she who rolled her eyes.

  “Like I said before, Kyle, this is a serious interview. I’m sorry that you don’t want to talk about this right after your game, but I’m just doing my job.” Erica shrugged and hooked a hand on her protruding waist. The notebook in her other hand swung against her thigh. I noticed those long legs, those slender long arms, the way her breasts bulged, and the fire in her eyes. I bit down on my lips and smiled.

  “Do you think I’m being difficult, Erica?” I asked her and I spread my arms, placing my palms on the walls on either side of me. I was splayed for her, for her pleasure, for her eyes to feast on. I saw her gaze drop, her eyes subtly moved over my body, but she tried to maintain the intense look on her face.

  “I’m not your babysitter Kyle, but yes, I would like to get this over with as fast as you do,” she said and raised an eyebrow. This still wasn’t the reaction I had been hoping for. I wanted to fuck her, or someone, or her, or anyone. I couldn’t be sure anymore. All I knew was that I wanted to see her naked.

  “I’ll tell you what – I’ll answer all your questions if you step into this shower with me,” I said with a smirk and I watched her face change. She looked like she had taken offense, but I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

  “Excuse me? I think you’ve misunderstood what I’m here to do,” she said, but I had heard her voice shake. I had made her nervous.

  “You want an interview with me, get in the shower,” I said, my smile disappearing from my face. I was desperate for her body now. I wondered if she could see it in my throbbing dick.

  “I don’t have to do it,” she said, meeting my gaze confidently. Now I wanted her even more.

  “Of course you don’t. It’s your choice. You can always come back later. My manager can set it up,” I said and shrugged. It wouldn’t kill me if she said no and walked away, but I truly wanted those clothes ripped.

  I could see that she was thinking about it. Her brows were wrinkled and she was licking her lips. I mean, who would refuse an offer like this? There would be thousands of women who would happily oblige. What was taking her so long?

  Now I saw her full
y look at me, her eyes ran over my navel, then went down till they focused on what was between my legs. I could see her professional exterior crack a little. She needed that interview. She was going to get into the shower with me and feel my dick up against her ass. She was working it all out in her head, and no matter how moralistic and professional Erica Lee wanted to be, at the end of the day, she was just like any other hot-blooded young woman. She wasn’t going to pass up this opportunity.

  “How will I take my notes?” she asked. I couldn’t help but laugh.

  Chapter Five - Erica

  The showerhead came on as soon as I stepped in. I was hoping that he might have given me some notice. The hot steamy water hit my body and I gasped with the shock. I knew exactly what was happening. He was seducing me. This was completely inappropriate, but this was also Kyle Murphy. You couldn’t put something like this past him. Yet, I did wonder if this was the kind of journalist I wanted to become. Someone who would do anything to get the scoop that she wanted. I still hadn’t thought about the fact that I had stepped into the shower because I wanted his body just as much as I wanted the interview.

  I still tried to keep a straight face as the water poured over me. Kyle was smiling, watching my hair dampen and stick to the sides of my face.

  “So, your training schedule,” I reminded him and he nodded.

  “I wake up at six am, every day,” he began and I looked into his eyes. It was plain to see: he wanted me. I noticed the way the water streamed down his muscles, how his flesh glistened and shone in the water. He raised his hands and brushed them over his hair. My hair and my clothes were getting drenched.