Page 14 of Sportsball is for Lovers

J smirks at me, his eyes bright. “Hopeful.”

I know he has killer stamina, but given that he’s in his early thirties, I would have assumed his refractory period would be longer than that.

“We don’t have to use them all tonight,” J adds.

“I thought this was a one-night-only thing?”

He laughs. “That was last time. Now it’s this time.”

“So…”

“I want you to stay,” he says softly.

I pause. That’s not what I signed up for. There’s no sleepovers when it comes to anonymous app hookups. Bing, bang, boom, we’re done.

Although… it’s, like, eleven degrees out. I don’t mind staying in the warm hotel room for a little while longer.

“I’ll stay,” I finally tell him.

His unguarded smile blooms warmth inside my chest.

Oops. That’s not what this is supposed to be about. No feelings, just fucking.

I need to get this back on track before I derail. I’m here to be railed into next week. That’s all I want from him. Nothing more.

I can’t have anything more.

“But first,” I announce, ripping off a square, “I need you to fuck me.”