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“I can't,” I panted. “I need....” I didn't finish telling him what I needed, since I didn't even know what that was. It didn't matter, because Jason did.

I watched transfixed as the arm he had clamped around my waist loosened, his palm trailing along the skin to my navel then going down.

Right at the center of me.

“Jason,” I moaned. And when his thumb did a delicious little swirl, I lost the sight of us.

I let go.

The climax that tore through me was so glorious I had no other choice but to close my eyes and throw my head back where it collided with Jason's shoulder. It was magnificent.

“Thank fuck,” he groaned as he stopped thrusting and started to glide. His tremors only managed to bring me back up to the peak.

I reached back with my arm, my palm going over his head, his short hair tickling, pushed my face closer to him, smelling his hair, and I hummed in pleasure. Feeling his hands start roaming my body, I was stunned at how good it felt, how right.

But most of all, how familiar it was.

I knew if there ever came a time when I wouldn't be able to have it anymore, to have him, I would miss it like crazy. We were together for five weeks, and this was how deep he was already rooted in me. And yet, every day, I was waiting for something to happen that would take him away from me. I told myself I was being silly, that nothing would happen, but unfortunately, there were signs that marred the perfection that was this past month and told me otherwise.

After the first time we were together and I told Jason he was clear to practice, the smile that spread across his face was that of a kid at Christmas.

The words barely left my mouth before he leaned down, gave me a hard kiss, then jumped off and said, “Get dressed. It starts in an hour. We're going to be late.”

I was confused and a little alarmed at the sudden change, but even more curious about the fact that he apparently wanted me there. Sure, I had clearance with the team, since I had to give him his cortisone shots, but he didn't know that yet. “You want me to go with you?”

“Of course, baby,” he said, turning just his head and giving me a wink over his shoulder. “Why wouldn't I?”

“I don't know,” I didn't know how to explain it.

One moment, I was just his therapist; the next, he was kissing me or I was kissing him and then we had sex. Mind-blowing sex, for sure, but still. And now, I suddenly got access to all corners of his life. I was fully prepared to talk to him and pass him on to another therapist, my reputation of sticking through with a patient be damned, because I wanted him more than anything. I even had a speech prepared to recite before I jumped him and demanded he fuck me.

Apparently, we could do both.

Seeing him almost fully dressed, I put my butt in gear and got ready, making sure I had the shot before we went out the door. It was only slightly weird going into the locker room full of males in various stages of undress, but Jason took care of that by covering my eyes and bellowing, “Hide your junk! My girl is in the room. Let us through.”

He guided me to the smaller room that upon opening my eyes drool practically trickled down my chin, since it was every physical therapist’s dream. It had everything. And when I say everything, I mean everything. The room was huge and brightly lit. Upon looking up I could see why. Not only did it had row after row of lights, it also had huge windows on the ceiling. Looking back in front of me, I let my eyes roam the exquisite place.

On my left were ellipticals, treadmills, and a corner with only rows of jumping cords and elastic bands. It was odd because football players didn’t need to do much of cardio. They needed their energy to be explosive and not to have too much stamina and lean bodies. Also, in front of every machine there was a TV mounted. I guess, the owners didn’t want their players to be too bored while running. On the right were every station and machine with weights in every size and weight that probably ever was invented. And down the length, in the middle of the room were five big, comfy tables with stations safely tucked under them containing bands, bandages and ointments. I felt saliva pouring in my mouth upon seeing the room. And my palms started itching, wanting to glide over every surface.

Jason chuckled at seeing my dazed look, threw his bag into the corner, dropped his pants and shoes, and jumped on the table closest to us. “C'mon, baby, you have to get me ready for work. You can perv on the equipment later.”

After the shot, a quick rub on the needle prick, and taping his joint up, he leaned down, gave me that dizzying kiss only he was capable of, and murmured, “Give it ten more minutes. The locker room will be empty by then and you'll be able to walk out unscarred by those monsters.”

And then he was off.

It was entertaining seeing him this excited, since I hadn't had a chance before, because from the moment I met him, he was in a bad mood or angry. Sure, there were times when he smiled and let his giddiness come out, and I did my best to make that more frequent, but there was always worry underlying it all. After waiting fifteen minutes, I was contemplating how to sneak onto the field to watch Jason practice and watch his muscles flex, when I remembered I had clearance. I got a pass to every corner of the stadium.

So off I went.

Standing by the sidelines and watching guys be… well, guys, one of them separated from the pack and came right up to me.

“Hey, we haven't formally met,” he offered me his gloved hand, and I reached out and shook it. “I'm Logan. You're Rory, right?”

I knew him, kind of. I'd seen him in passing while going to or leaving Jason's apartment. Once, he even barged in while I was in the middle of stretching Jason.

“Yes, Rory,” I confirmed.

“So, you're Harris' new girl.”