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Alex had not planned for her path to ever cross with Cane Clayburn’s again. She had written her article and was ready to move on to greener pastures. There were plenty of other football players to write about. Cane was a player. Not just on the field. He was known off the field for his conquests of socialites, models, influencers, you name it.
He’d had a reputation since college, probably even before that. Alex should have realized it years ago. But in a moment of weakness, she had been captivated by his deep blue eyes and large muscular frame. But it would never happen again. She hated that she hadn’t been strong. She hated that she had succumbed to him in a way that felt familiar and also a betrayal to herself. After all these years, she thought she had grown. Like real growth. Personal growth.
Even the flowers he had sent were not enough to soften the anger she held for him. She only let them sit on her desk because they were too big to carry out of her office and the card just happened to be the right size for her bookmark. That was it.
The gall he had to show up on her turf in her office and make all sorts of claims about her. As if he had any idea about her feelings. What a ridiculous joke. It was so absurd.
Alex was not going to have any part of Cane and his suggestions. Not even the suggestion that she had a thing for him. Her eyes couldn’t roll back in her head any farther. There would never be a day Alex had a thing for a football player. Especially not Cane Clayburn.
No way was she going to let that happen. Not in her office. Not anywhere. He deserved to be checked. But good grief, the man knew what he was doing. His large fingers were bigger than some erections she had experienced. It almost didn’t seem fair that his fingers should be so huge. She could only imagine what lay underneath his pants.
The man was like a sculpted statue. He almost seemed unreal. Now she was sitting across from him at Perry’s Steakhouse. His eyes were on the menu and Alex found herself unable to keep her own off of him. Focus. Do not fall into the illusion that he is a nice guy. Well, he might be nice but nice doesn’t cut it. Just enjoy the dinner, call a truce and move on.
“Sweetheart, I know I’m hard to resist looking at but you’ll need to be ready when the waiter comes.” He winked at her.
“I’m always ready.” She cut their eye contact and ran through the menu. She was famished. Once again, she had skipped lunch so she could run through a highlight reel one more time. There was something she had missed in her first article and she needed to figure out what it was. He mentioned again that her research was off. That she had missed something. What was it that he thought she had missed? Her insides were in a fury of confusion as to what she possibly could have overlooked. It made no sense. Research was her wheelhouse.
“That goes for two of us.” He winked again. Alex rolled her eyes. Seriously dude, a wink? What is this some 1970s sitcom? Cane probably grew up without cable and is only able to relate to reruns of the Love Boat or some other tv show from that era.
“By the way, I need my panties back.” Alex placed the napkin in her lap. She really needed them back.
“No, sweetheart, those were my gift for playing so well.” He raised his eyebrows. Underneath his dark brows were his deep blues. She cut their eye contact.
Alex scanned the room. It was filled with the typical Houston elite, even on a Monday night the place was packed. If Cane thought he deserved her panties, she would make him want something else even more. Time to play.
Alex scooted her chair closer to his. He glanced over at her and flashed his pearly white teeth. “Wanting to get to the cuddling part already?” he teased.
Alex smiled and lowered her hand under the table. She trailed her fingers up his massive thigh. It had to be bigger than both her legs combined. Further up she explored against the cotton material of his pants, until she reached the center. He was hard. Had he been hard this entire time or did he become instantly hard from the moment she touched him? Either way, this would be fun.
Cane cleared his throat and reached for the glass of water in front of him. This made Alex’s heart flutter. She loved the idea that he was uncomfortable. Time to bring him down a notch.
She unzipped his pants and pulled out his erection. It was huge. Alex swallowed hard. She wanted to take a swig of her own water but that would be a distraction. She had him right where she wanted him. Gripped in between the palm of her hand. The white cloth on the table provided enough coverage for her to really work his cock over. Up and down, she stroked in fast repetitive motions. His eyes closed for a second. Cane’s focus turned to Alex, like he wanted to say something or even do something. But they were in a crowded restaurant. All he could do was sit and enjoy the strokes or ask her to stop. But they both knew the latter wasn’t going to happen.
The waiter appeared in front of them. Alex increased her speed. Would he come in front of the waiter or could he restrain himself? She continued to stroke as she eyed her menu.
“Oooh, I’ll have the chicken breast, make sure it has lots of sauce. The creamy kind. I really like that creamy sauce.” She licked her lips and gazed over at Cane’s face. His eyes were on his menu. Like it was a rescue boat and his cock was the titanic about to go under. If they were alone Alex would have already gone under the table. The girth of his cock was so big she wanted to know what it would feel like in her mouth and down her throat. He was a challenge she wanted to take inside of her and run her tongue over the thick vein on the side. Damn he was big. She glided her finger over the tip of his cock. Liquid. She smiled. He was so close. She slowed down.
“And for you, sir?”
“Ah, yes. I’ll get the prime rib, well done.” He glanced at Alex. She bit her lip. Was he done? Not yet. He would be done when she was ready. She gripped him harder and picked up her pace.
“And the mashed potatoes, make sure you put extra butter on them. I like my potatoes wet.” Cane’s gaze returned to Alex.
The waiter’s eyebrows furrowed.
“Also, can you sub my potatoes and give me the asparagus instead? Make sure they aren’t cut. I like them to be really long stalks. And not over cooked. I like then hard. Long and hard.” Alex slowed her pace into long tight strokes.
The waiter nodded and scribbled on his note pad.
“And extra butter on the side for me. I like to drizzle it over myself.” Alex picked up her pace again and trailed her finger to the top of his cock. The liquid was back.
The waiter focused on his paper and left the table. Alex released her grip and stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
Cane grabbed her hand. “Really?”
“Really, sweetheart. Don’t worry, I’ll come back.” Alex retracted her hand and made her way to the restroom.