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Preferably somewhere I wouldn’t be working for Leona.
    “Then you’ll work for me this summer, and I’ll give you a glowing reference. You’ll be able to get any job you want.”
    “I’m not going to sleep with you for a reference.”
    “I know. You’ll sleep with me because I’ll make you come like you never thought possible. Again, and again, and again. You’ll come so hard, and so often, that you’ll barely be able to move.”
    I did my best to block out his words, but it was impossible. Just hearing him talk about me coming had me damp between my legs, and desperate to get home and spend some alone time with my toys.
    “Fine,” I replied reluctantly. “I’ll work for you on one condition.”
    “Name it.”
    “You never once ask me for sex.”
    “Deal,” Barton replied instantly.
    I raised my eyebrows in shock. I’d been expecting a smartass response, or a denial.
    “I won’t need to ask,” Barton said. “You’re going to ask me.”
    “God, you’re an asshole.”
    “And I will say no,” Barton continued, as if I hadn’t said anything. “I’m not going to fuck you until you beg me for my dick.”
    I looked into his eyes and saw not a single shred of doubt. He didn’t think or hope that I was going to beg him for sex. He knew it.
    He might be a dumb, meathead footballer, but I had a horrible feeling he might not be wrong about this one.

Chapter Six
Barton
    T raining flew by in a daze .
    I expected to get an earful from Gordon for taking it easy, but instead he congratulated me on giving one hundred and ten percent. My body was covered in sweat, so I guess I must have put in some effort after all. Somehow I managed to spot the runs and throw the ball, all the while thinking about all the dirty things I planned to do to Kristi when she finally gave in to me.
    Kristi was a good motivator. I’d seen her before training, and I’d be seeing her after I’d showered. I considered skipping the shower, but she didn’t strike me as the type to be impressed by a sweaty body—at least, not one that had been earned on the football field.
    I’d promised her sex within two weeks, but it had already been three days, and she was no closer to begging for it. In fact, she’d displayed a remarkable ability to spend time with me without trying to get her lips around my dick.
    Kristi had been with me nearly everywhere I went, but I was running out of excuses to keep her around. Training was getting serious, so there weren’t as many parties. I’d been invited to one of Doug’s, but I usually did anything possible to avoid spending time with him. I didn’t even like passing him the ball, and subconsciously, I think I sent him slightly shakier passes just so he wouldn’t make a clean catch.
    Three women were waiting by my car after I’d finished showering, but I ignored them all and went straight to the woman standing awkwardly a few cars down.
    “What do you need me for?” Kristi asked. “I’m really busy and need to be back at my apartment to wait for the repair guy.”
    The other women all looked in our direction, but didn’t come over. They knew I’d be back for my car eventually. They appeared to all know each other—that meant a foursome was on the cards if I wanted it. All I had to do was walk over and let them in my car.
    “I want you to come grab a coffee with me,” I replied.
    “Why? Surely even you can’t get in trouble just buying a cup of coffee.”
    “Oh, you’d be surprised. Where there’s a staff room and a horny barista, there’s a way.”
    Kristi rolled her eyes, and opened her car door. “Goodbye, Barton.”
    “No, wait,” I said quickly, shutting the car door before she could step inside. “I have to catch up with sponsors, reply to a few press requests, that kind of thing. I could use your help.”
    “I’m not your secretary, Barton. You’ve had me following you around all week while you run errands. That’s not what you’re paying me for.”
    “Do you