Quidditch Heat: A Forbidden Game

Chapter 1: Sparks in the Ballroom

The grand ballroom of the Enchanted Orchid Hotel shimmered with golden light, the air thick with the buzz of excitement for the new Quidditch season. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the elite of the wizarding world, all gathered to celebrate. Ginny Potter, her fiery red hair cascading over a sleek emerald gown, stood beside her husband Harry, her sharp eyes scanning the room. Businessmen and journalists swarmed them, but it was the newest League star, Nick White, who commanded the spotlight.

Across the room, the American Quidditch player held court, his broad shoulders and cocky grin drawing a crowd. Two women clung to his arms, laughing at some undoubtedly crude jest. Ginny’s lips curled into a sneer. 'Look at that jerk, thinks he’s king of the hill,' she muttered, her voice dripping with disdain.

Harry, ever the peacemaker, sighed. 'Oh, Ginny, leave the guy alone.'

'I just don’t like those guys who think too highly of themselves,' she shot back, folding her arms. Harry murmured a quiet 'I know,' but Ginny’s attention was already elsewhere. Her gaze locked with Nick’s, and he flashed her a roguish, seductive smile that made her stomach twist in a way she refused to acknowledge. Rolling her eyes, she tugged Harry to the other side of the hall, determined to ignore the arrogant bastard.

Hours later, after Harry excused himself to their room, claiming exhaustion, Ginny found herself at the bar, a glass of firewhisky in hand. The liquor burned her throat, matching the heat of her irritation. Then, a voice slithered into her ear, smooth as silk and twice as dangerous.

'Well, well, if it isn’t the famous Ginny Potter,' Nick drawled, sliding onto the stool beside her, a drink in his hand. His eyes raked over her, unapologetic and hungry. 'I must say, you don’t live up to your reputation. You’re much prettier—and hotter—in person.'

Ginny let out a sharp, mocking laugh, the alcohol loosening her tongue. 'Hahaha. You really are the jerk they warned me about.'

Nick leaned closer, his smirk widening. 'Hmmm, so you’ve been asking about me? If you want, I can show you just how true my reputation is.' His voice dropped to a whisper, hot breath brushing her ear. 'Preferably behind closed doors.'

Her breath hitched, but Ginny recovered fast, taking a long sip of her drink to steady herself. Standing, she shot him a withering look. 'Uh... hmmm, I think you’re overrated and superficial. And another thing,' she added, her tone cutting, 'I’m way out of your league.'

She turned on her heel, striding toward the elevator with purpose, her heart pounding harder than she’d admit. The doors slid open, and she stepped inside, only to hear the click of boots behind her. Nick slipped in just as the doors began to close, trapping them in the confined space. Alone.

Before she could snap at him, he closed the distance, his voice a low growl. 'I’ll show you the real deal.' Then his lips crashed into hers, bold and demanding. Ginny resisted for a fleeting second, her mind screaming to push him away, but her body betrayed her. She kissed him back, fierce and hungry, as if she could punish him with the intensity of it.

Nick’s hands slid down to her ass, gripping hard, pulling a moan from her lips. He lifted her effortlessly, and her legs wrapped around his waist on instinct. 'Are you feeling this?' he murmured, pressing himself against her, the bulge of his cock rubbing against her pussy through the thin fabric of her dress. A low 'humrum' escaped her as heat pooled between her thighs.

'This is the cock that’s gonna fuck you all night,' he growled, nodding toward the panel. 'Just press the floor number for my room—45.'

Ginny’s eyes flicked to the panel, then back to him, her mind a storm of want and defiance. With a daring smirk, she gave his hardness a teasing wiggle, her fingers hovering over the buttons. Then, without a second thought, she pressed 45, sealing their reckless fate as the elevator began its ascent.