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"Tell me what you want," I say, struggling to keep my voice steady as I continue to tease her swollen clit, hoping that her pleasure might somehow make me forget about Catalina.

"Please," she whispers, her eyes locked on mine. "I want – I need – your fingers inside me."

With a deep breath, I slide one finger into her tight embrace, immediately rewarded by her gasp of delight. I add another digit, working them in tandem while her moans grow louder, but it isn't enough. Catalina's image looms over me, her emerald eyes burning into my soul, reminding me of a connection I can't deny.

"You're amazing..." Abigail pants, writhing beneath my touch.

"Am I?" I question myself internally, the weight of Abigail's praise falling flat against the backdrop of my own desire for Catalina.

I plunge my fingers deeper into Abigail, watching her body respond to my touch. Her moans grow louder, more insistent, and I feel my own arousal rising in spite of my conflicted thoughts. It's clear that she's on the brink, yet my mind remains firmly entwined with Catalina – her sultry voice, her captivating eyes, the way her body felt beneath my fingertips.

"Oh, God, yes!" Abigail gasps, her hips bucking against my hand as she reaches her climax.

As her orgasm subsides, I withdraw my fingers and reach for a nearby towel, wiping my hand clean before handing it to Abigail.

"Thank you for your time," I tell her, trying to keep my voice steady despite the turmoil within me.

"Any time, Coach," she replies, her voice breathy and satisfied. "Just select me again on the app if you want to see me again."

I already know I won't though. With a nod, I exit the hotel room, leaving Abigail behind as I step into the hallway. The instant the door closes, the gravity of my desire for Catalina overwhelms me. I can't deny it any longer; I need her, and I'm willing to break whatever rules stand in my way.

I stride through the hotel lobby, my heart pounding in my chest. Enough is enough – I can't let another day go by without reaching out to Catalina. As soon as I'm outside, I pull out my phone to look her up on social media and am sliding into her DMs.

Chapter 4

Catalina

"Hey, Catalina! How was your day?" My roommate, Ashley, greets me as I enter our apartment. She's sprawled across the couch, idly flipping through a magazine.

"Pretty good," I reply, shrugging off my coat and tossing it onto a chair. "How about you?"

"Same old, same old." She tosses the magazine aside and sits up, studying my face. "Is everything okay?"

"Fine, just thinking about someone," I admit, my thoughts drifting back to Logan and our last encounter. The memory of his strong hands on my body make my body heat up. I know I shouldn't be thinking about him – our relationship is strictly professional – but I can't help myself.

"Does this happen to be because of that super secretive thing you signed up for that you won’t even tell me about?" Ashley asks, her eyes narrowing.

"Maybe," I reply, trying to keep my voice casual. "I had a really intense connection with someone that I’ll probably never see again."

"That’s a bummer," she says.

"Yeah, it is," I reply.

I head to my room, plop on my bed, and open my social media feed to scroll through some mindless short videos. That’s when I see a message notification pop up from one Logan Bennett.

It can’t be.

Oh, it is!

***

Now I’m sitting here across from Logan, his piercing blue eyes locking with my green ones, as we sit in the lounge of the hotel. The sexual tension is still undeniably there. I can feel the heat between us, like a living, breathing entity.

"I can't stop thinking about that night," Logan says in a lone tone.

"Neither can I," I confess. "In fact, I've been fantasizing about all the ways I could please you when we meet again."

His lips curl into a wicked smile. "I like the sound of that. How about we get together later this week, outside the confines of the Xtreme service member services? My place?"