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and over her head.
    “Fletcher, this is the last time.”
    “Yeah, you said that before, but okay.” Not in a million years. I’m going to make you love me, baby, if it’s the last thing I do.
    She kicks off her shoes, and the jeans follow. I take a seat, and when I see her stepping into the tub, my day is made.
    “I don’t want you to do anything that involves the use of your right arm or knee. Let me do all the work. You need to let those rest for a while.”
    “So, what are you saying, Cass?”
    “I’m saying I’m going to ride you hard while you watch.”
    Fuck. Me.
    She straddles my hips, her back to me, and situates herself over me, then places my tip at her entrance.
    One of my hands grabs her hip and stops her. “Are you ready? Let me check.”
    “I’m way past ready. I was ready after I worked on your knee.”
    My brows arch, and I swallow the what the hell, why didn’t you say something? that almost shoots out of my mouth.
    “Then what are you waiting for?”
    “You to release the death grip you have on me.”
    “Oh that. I forgot. Sorry.” My fingers ease off, and she lowers herself, inch by slow inch on me until she’s fully seated. Christ, she’s heaven. But then she tightens her muscles around me in a firm squeeze, and my hands almost white knuckle it on her again.
    “Fuck, Cass.”
    Then the fun takes off when she pumps her hips up and down, and I end up doing my best to join in and match her movements. Both hands hold the sides of the tub as she alternates between slow rocking and fast pumping. My hand moves to where we’re joined, and I find her clit to add more spice to the action. She sits flat to my lap and rocks herself until an orgasm hits, and when her inner muscles tighten on me, it doesn’t take me long to find my own. It seems like mine goes on and on, only I know it’s just my imagination. It’s the motion of Cass’s body against my own that’s creating the sensation.
    My hand reaches around her neck and I pull her against me for a kiss. She’s eager for my mouth and offers up her own like dessert.
    “When you climax, you make the most beautiful sounds I’ve ever heard.”
    She pulls away, and it plows into me that my stupid words just broke the spell that was woven between us. Why did I have to say anything? Me and my dumbass mouth.
    “I need to get out of here,” she says, as she disengages her body from mine.
    “Don’t go yet.”
    “Yeah, I need to get dressed.”
    “I suppose I need to as well.”
    The water sloshes around as the jets still run, though it is getting cold.
    “No, not quite yet. I have one more thing for you on my list.”
    “Oh yeah? What is it?” I ask.
    “You need to take an ice bath for your knee.”
    “Are you fucking with me?”
    “No, Fletcher. I’m not. At all.”
    She climbs out of the tub and dries off with a towel from the stack on the nearby shelf, then quickly dresses and marches over to the ice machine where she fills a bucket. I watch as she dumps several loads into a tub and adds water. “All ready for you,” she announces with a smirk.
    My semi-hard dick instantly shrivels into no man’s land at the mere thought of getting into that ice-filled hell. Logically, I know it’s the best thing for my knee. Realistically, I want to run like hell because this is going to emasculate the shit out of me. But I can’t. Instead, I fill my lungs with air, step out of the tub, and inch my way over to the next form of torture she’s devised for me. All I can think of is this had better be worth it.

 
    Cassidy
     
     
    Fletcher is way too tempting, and my heart melts more each time I’m with him. Thankfully, his rehab is progressing in the right direction. He might be ready on time if we continue to work hard.
    “You look happy. What’s going on with you, girl? Are you getting some from a certain football player?” Gina winks.
    “Can you please not announce it to the whole bar?”
    I glance around, and I’m grateful for the