He sat naked in his hot tub, his legs stretched out under the foaming water, his head back, eyes closed. It had been a long week of practicing and playing - the road trip from hell, capped by a rough, almost brutal battle of a hockey game and he was beyond sore. Beyond in pain, but finally home. Mitchell Wagner shifted his ass to sink lower in the heated water and groaned. Maybe he was getting too old for this...
"Poor baby," the soft female voice taunted. Mitch sat up instantly and almost groaned again as every muscle in his back complained. Lila Hathaway stepped from the shadows beside his house and stood on the first step of the tub, smiling wickedly. She was as tall and graceful as he remembered, but instead of those navy business suits she always wore, she was dressed in a black silk slip-dress and incredibly high black sandals. She was gorgeous and she knew it. Her long golden hair glinted in the soft lights, swirling around her hips in the light breeze. Long arms and legs, bare, pale as sweet cream, were exposed and exalted by the short, sassy silk.
"Lila?" he managed to croak as all the blood in his body surged to his groin and his cock suddenly ached more than any other part of his body. Images of sliding his hands up under that short hem had him swelling even more. His fingers dug into the soft edge of the tub in an effort to keep control.
"Lila," she agreed, her smile widening. She'd seen his reaction and it pleased her greatly. Especially since she'd felt the same surge between her own thighs.
"I'm not really up for company..." he stammered, looking around. He'd designed the backyard alcove for ultimate privacy and no one could help...or see him fuck her. Damn...Lila and he had never gotten along. Why would he want to fuck her? His whole body throbbed, but it wasn't with pain any longer, it was a primal need that baffled him.
"Liar," she purred, stepping out of her sandals and up one step, "I can see just how up you are from here, silly boy." And he looked quite tasty.
She'd twisted his meaning, but there was no denying her statement. He was fully erect, the bubbles barely disguising his thick penis. "I meant I didn't want to see..." his temper began to rise as it did during every conversation with Lila Daniels.
"You don't want to see me?" she purred, peeling her dress over her head in one smooth move, standing perfectly naked - perfect skin, perfect breasts, perfect curves - in front of him. Mitch was speechless and horribly aroused. He wasn't even sure he liked the loud, aggressive team PR rep, but at this moment, all he wanted was to be inside her, pounding out every frustration, every ounce of this insanely hot need. She slid her hands over her breasts and down to her belly and his mouth watered.
"Lila..." he managed as she stepped into the water, as she stepped down and the bubbles slid up her long legs, slender thighs, to...
Her head fell back with a light gasp as the water reached the cleft of her legs and swirled over her sensitive folds. Her nipples tightened even more, her breasts felt heavier, her body tingled. She had wanted Mitch since the moment they'd met, but he seemed to take everything she said wrong. She'd decided to take him on head-to-head, on his home turf, and found him rehabbing after a rough night. Irritation and determination had faded to delight at his surprise, then pleasure at his helpless arousal, now lust as her own response kicked in. Her pulse echoed in every cell as she imagined his touch.
