My name is Alexander Phoenix. You’ve probably heard of me, most people have. I’ve won numerous awards and medals all over the world, including the last two Olympics Games. Outside gymnastics, I’m untamable. Many have tried, none have succeeded. They’ve called me a playboy, a philanderer …
Until a chance meeting in a bar with her almost proves to be a disaster for both of us. She’s hot, fascinating and, despite the fact that she poses a risk to me because she’s a tabloid reporter, I can’t help but feel drawn to her.
What are her secrets? Who wants to hurt her?
I’ve never shied away from challenges. Why should I start now?
I knew what she’d seen, what they’d all seen. I didn’t want to talk about
gymnastics now. Don’t get me wrong, I love it. I like being able to control my
body to do these things, enjoy the admiration I get. It just wasn’t my focus
here in the club. My interest was only in the beautiful woman in front of me. I
captured her mouth with mine, claiming her. She was delicious; sweet with a
slight taste of martini. My tongue caressed hers, danced with hers. My pulse
increased to dangerous levels as she moaned and matched me stroke for stroke. I
retreated slightly before driving into her again, our mouths a mimicry of what
I wanted to do to her with my body. Everything else fell away–the club, the
people pressing into us from all sides, the noise, all of it. It was just me
and her, doing positively indecent things, uncaring of who saw us. Unable to
resist, I roughly groped her breast outside her shirt. She pulled back, her
eyes dark, hooded. We both breathed heavily, and my head spun. I felt drunk off
her pheromones. She took my hand and led me off the dance floor through the
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