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"That's right, Ms. Rivera, I love every second of your submission, plaything," he growls.

I groan again, feeling lightheaded from the pent-up anguish.

"I think you’re about ready. Aren’t you?”

Another groan releases, each one more painful than the last.

“Now! Come for me, Catalina," he yells, pounding into me relentlessly. "I want to feel your juices coat my cock as you fall apart."

That’s all it took. His one simple command.

With a cry that echoes throughout the luxury hotel suite, I release and climax, my pussy contracting around his cock in waves of unadulterated bliss.

I barely register Logan yelling my name with a final, brutal thrust as he joins me in ecstasy, his seed spurting deep within me, marking me as his own.

Chapter 3

Logan

I’m leaning back in my desk chair behind my sleek black desk, where I sit brooding over the team's upcoming game. My fingertips drum on the polished surface as my mind races, thoughts of Catalina intertwined with strategies for tomorrow. I know I shouldn't reach out to her, but the urge is so strong it feels like an ache in my chest. I need to focus on the team, be the leader they expect.

"Damn it," I mutter under my breath, picking up my phone and scrolling through the service app. My thumb hovers over Catalina's name before I force myself to move past it and select Abigail instead. Maybe spending time with her will help me get Catalina out of my mind. I send in my order, requesting her presence after the game, then let out a heavy sigh.

The day drags on, and the game that night doesn’t swing our way as we end up losing seven to twenty-one. Now, I’m looking forward to relieving some stress. Hell, half my stress if caused from thoughts of Catalina ever since I left that hotel room last week.

I open the door to my hotel room to reveal Abigail in a flowing bohemian dress, her auburn hair cascading down her back. Her green eyes lock onto mine.

"Hello, Coach," she hums, "thank you for selecting me tonight."

"Abigail," I reply, trying to muster enthusiasm, "nice to have you here tonight." I gesture toward the bed, indicating that she should make herself comfortable.

She grins mischievously, tugging at the hem of her dress as she saunters toward the bed. Slowly, she peels off the fabric, teasing me with glimpses of her toned body. I try to focus on her, but my thoughts betray me, drifting to Catalina – her dark hair, her piercing eyes, the way she commanded my attention without even trying.

"Like what you see?" Abigail asks, striking a pose on the bed, completely nude now except for a pair of strappy high heels.

"Of course," I say, forcing a smile as I approach her, my pulse quickening. I have to make this work; I need to forget about Catalina. She works for the service team, and we aren’t supposed to have a relationship with them.

"Show me how much you want me," she whispers.

I reach out and run my fingers along her collarbone, then down between her breasts, trying to lose myself in the sensation of her silky skin. But no matter how hard I try, the image of Catalina remains, taunting me, invading every corner of my mind.

"Logan," Abigail moans softly, breaking through my thoughts, "please... touch me. Really touch me."

"Alright," I reply, mustering as much enthusiasm as I can manage. "Lay down on the bed, Abigail."

She complies, stretching out invitingly across the soft sheets. Her green eyes lock onto mine, urging me to join her and lose myself in her touch. Biting my lip, I try to push Catalina from my mind. This is about my stress relief, not her.

"Coach," Abigail says, "is something wrong?" Her voice is laced with concern, but it only serves to remind me of what I'm missing – the electric charge that coursed through me whenever Catalina spoke.

I shake my head, determined to stay present. "No, everything's fine," I lie, my voice barely above a whisper. "You're beautiful, Abigail."

"Thank you," she smiles, her cheeks flushing with pleasure. "I'm here to make you happy, Coach. Just tell me what you want."

"Let's just take it slow," I say, trying to focus on the moment and the feel of Abigail's body beneath my hands. Yet as I caress her soft skin and listen to her moans of pleasure, I can't escape the truth – Catalina has left an indelible mark on me.

Abigail's naked body lies before me, a tantalizing canvas of smooth skin and delicate curves. But as I reach out to touch her, tracing the outline of her ribcage and the swell of her hips, my mind is elsewhere – with Catalina.

"That feels so good," Abigail breathes, arching her back as my fingers find their way between her thighs.