Sports writer JT Lovejoy has a chance that’s too good for a middle-aged, divorced guy to pass up—no-strings sex with a hot young intern. Of course, there might never be a bed involved, since they keep meeting in the press box. Not that JT’s complaining. How can he when a beautiful woman offers herself with no commitment? If he’s smart, he won’t. And JT is a smart man.
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JT Lovejoy looked out over the baseball field, still litfrom the game tonight, with its cross-cut grass and cleat marks forged in thedirt around the bases. The home team he covered for the local newspaper hadjust squeaked out an 11th-inning win and he’d been lucky to make hisdeadline—working so late he was now alone in the press box. His fingers werecramped and he could use a beer.
Too bad they don’t letus drink in the press box. Would make for some interesting stories for the paper.
JT was about to pack up his computer when he heard a noisebehind him. He turned to see the team’s public relations intern, Sydney,standing just inside the door. His cock began to harden as he took in the tightteam polo shirt stretched across tits he’d dreamt about more than once and aflippy little black skirt that made him wish for one of those under-the-skirtcameras so he could see what was hidden underneath. She tucked a strand of herlong, brown hair behind her ear and smiled. It was anything but innocent.
“Hi, JT. I saw the lights on, but wasn’t sure anyone was uphere.”
Sure you weren’t,honey.
They’d been flirting for weeks now, and JT decided then andthere to do something about it. “Yep, still here. Just turned in myassignment.”
“You, um, got everything you need?”
He raised an eyebrow.
What an opening…
“As a matter of fact, no.”
“Oh? Can I get you something else? Wait, you sent in yourstory already, though, right? You must have.”
“My story isn’t what I was talking about…”
What I need is you.Your tits, your pussy…
Sydney’s brow furrowed. Was she really this obtuse? JT wouldbet not. “Another feature?”
“Sort of.” He motioned her closer. “Come here and I’ll tellyou.”
Her gaze darted to the closed door just behind her. “Allright.”
She approached and he gripped the arms of the chair to keephimself from reaching for her. Sitting down in one of the adjacent chairs,Sydney then leaned forward a little, almost as if she were offering herself tohim.
Hopefully she willbefore long.
He took a deep breath and went for it, staring out thewindow at the now-darkened field.
“You’re what I need.”
“Yeah. Under me, on top of me, hell, side by side is fine…”He checked to see if she looked repulsed or about to slap him, but all she didwas lick her lips. Images of those lips tightened around his cock flooded hissex-deprived mind.
“That’s pretty forward.”
“I’m a forward kinda guy,” he lied and held his breath.
Her eyes darted down to his lap and when she looked back uphe could see the heat in them. “Well, we can’t have you needing something andnot getting it, now, can we?”
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