Chapter 1: Sparks on the Set
The studio lights blazed down, casting a sultry glow over the ESPN XXX set of *First Take XXX*. I adjusted my tie, feeling the heat already building, and not just from the spotlights. Across the desk sat Shae Cornette, the new co-host, a vision in a chocolate brown Kiko mixed media dress that hugged her curves like a lover’s caress. The leather skirt barely grazed her thighs, teasing with every confident cross of her legs. Her sharp eyes met mine, a smirk playing on her lips as if she knew exactly what I was thinking.
“Welcome to the big leagues, rookie,” Shae purred, her voice dripping with challenge as she leaned forward, the neckline of her dress daring me to look. “Think you can keep up with me on and off the court?”
I grinned, leaning back in my chair, matching her energy. “Oh, Shae, I’m not just here to play. I’m here to dominate. Question is, can you handle the heat when I turn it up?”
Her laugh was low, almost a growl, sending a shiver down my spine. “Sweetheart, I’m the flame. You’re just kindling waiting to ignite. Let’s see if you burn out before the first segment.”
The producer’s voice crackled through our earpieces, counting down to live air. But the real countdown was between us—every glance, every word a step closer to something explosive. As the cameras rolled, we dove into the day’s hottest sports debates, our banter sharp as a blade. She fired off stats with a wicked edge, and I countered with raw passion, our voices clashing like thunder.
“You think that quarterback’s got the arm for a comeback?” I challenged, locking eyes with her. “Or is he just swinging wild, hoping for a lucky shot?”
Shae’s lips curled, her gaze piercing. “He’s got the arm, alright. But it’s all about precision, not just power. You’d know that if you weren’t so busy swinging your ego around.”
The tension crackled, electric and undeniable. By the first commercial break, we were both sweating, not from the lights but from the unspoken heat building between us. As the crew bustled around, Shae stood, smoothing that leather skirt over her hips, and sauntered over to my side of the desk. Her scent—something spicy and intoxicating—hit me like a punch.
“Careful, hotshot,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear as she leaned in close. “Keep staring like that, and I might just make you beg for a closer look.”
My pulse raced, my cock stirring at her words. I turned my head, our faces inches apart, and shot back, “I don’t beg, Shae. But I’ll damn well take what I want if you’re offering.”
Her eyes flashed with something dangerous and delicious. “Oh, I don’t offer. I demand. And right now, I’m demanding you follow me to the green room. We’ve got five minutes before we’re back on air. Think you can score in that time?”
I stood, hard and ready, the challenge igniting every nerve. “Lead the way, Cornette. I’m about to show you a game-winning play.”
We moved fast, the green room door clicking shut behind us. Her hands were on me before I could blink, pushing me against the wall with a strength that made my blood roar. Our mouths crashed together, hungry and fierce, her tongue demanding as much as her words. My hands gripped her ass, the leather cool under my fingers, but her heat was scorching through it. She was wet—I could feel it as she pressed her hips against mine, grinding with a purpose that had me panting already.
“Fuck, Shae,” I growled against her lips. “You’re dripping for this, aren’t you?”
She bit my lip, hard enough to sting, and smirked. “Keep talking, rookie. My pussy’s not the only thing that’s gonna make you lose control.”
The clock was ticking, but time didn’t matter. All that did was the fire between us, ready to explode into something raw and unstoppable.
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