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the button through the hole and lifted his hip. He shoved his pants to his thighs, and she reached for the waistband and tugged, helping him from them. She tossed them on the floor and turned back to him. Unable to help herself, she took in the bulge in his boxer shorts and swallowed tightly. But that would have to wait. She needed to take care of his leg.
    He lifted himself higher on the pillow, and as she gently put the ice on his knee, she examined the surgery scar. “How’s physical therapy going?” she asked.
    “It’s okay.”
    “Do they have any idea when you’ll be able to rejoin the team?”
    His shoulders slouched, worry obviously weighing them down. “More like if.”
    Her heart squeezed at the emotion in his voice. He said he didn’t need therapy, but he was definitely dealing with a lot right now. Football was important to him. It had been his life for so long, he was likely struggling to think of what he would do if the team didn’t take him back. He said he didn’t need counseling, but he needed it more than he realized. How could she help him without being intrusive?
    “Thanks,” he said quietly and reached out to brush her hair from her face. “That helps a lot.”
    “Still hurt?”
    “Still hurts,” he said, making light of the situation as he adjusted his cock inside his boxers.
    She grinned and lightly touched the bulge, shaping the hard ridges. He growled. Maybe if she wrapped her mouth around him, it would take his mind off his problems.
    With the flat of her palm, she pressed down on his cock and ran her hand along the thick length of him. “Jack, I know I told you I’ve never done this before. I’m actually a bit worried that I’m going to screw it up, maybe even hurt you when I’m trying to do the opposite.”
    He captured her hand and linked his fingers through hers. “Don’t worry. I’ll walk you through it. Just don’t bite,” he said, teasing. “There is nothing you can do to hurt me.” She stroked harder, and he stopped her. “We’re just not going to do it tonight. You’ve had enough lessons for now.”
    “But you’re hurting.”
    “Which is why I’m going home to whack off.”
    She laughed, loving his blatant honesty and his filthy mouth.
    He scoffed. “You think that’s funny, do you?”
    “Sometimes it’s the way you say things.”
    He arched a brow, his look playful. “Dirty things?”
    She nodded. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his. His kiss was warm, sensual, and tender, yet still full of hunger. “Lessons resume tomorrow night.”

Chapter Three
    Inside the physical therapy clinic, his therapist watched as Jack adjusted his unforgiving shorts, his mind on Danielle and not on what she was saying. So much for whacking off twice last night. Fuck. Taking things slow was making him batshit crazy, but blue balls be damned. Danielle deserved a special touch. He’d take her only when she was ready, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
    He choked back a sob of pleasure when he thought about what tonight’s lessons would bring. Who would have guessed he’d be educating Danielle on oral sex, teaching her how to wrap that sweet mouth of hers around his cock and give a proper blowjob. As if there were such a thing. He’d be lucky not to blow the second she touched him, the second that hot tongue of hers made contact with his rod. Honest to fuck, he was the luckiest goddamn man alive. Well, he would be, if he didn’t have a career-threatening injury. Speaking of his fucking knee…
    “Can you walk to the door and back again, Jack?” Katie, his therapist, said.
    He walked the length of the room as Katie studied his movements. It was hard to put one foot in front of the other and walk like a sober person when his cock was hard as a rock. All he could think about was falling into bed with Danielle—sweet innocent Danielle who’d picked him out of every man in the world to help her. He must have done something