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But if it wasn’t, then it was the closest thing he had ever felt to it.
    He heard Michelle moan sleepily and absently she moved her body against him. He felt his member beginning to grow beneath the sheets as it pressed into her backside.
    Gently, he pushed her tangled mess of hair away from her neck. Then, slowly, he placed gentle kisses along the path that lead to her collar bone.
    “Hmm,” she moaned before turning to him with a smile, her eyes still blinking open.
    “Morning,” he whispered.
    “Good morning yourself,” she said groggily.
    He pressed his lips to hers briefly before resuming his path down her neck.
    “Couldn’t wait, huh?” she asked with an amused chuckle that turned into a gasp as he turned his mouth to suckle her breast. He could feel her nipple becoming erect beneath his tongue and he smiled.
    “You don’t seem to be complaining,” he answered her. She gave him a smile in return and moved her hands between his thighs to stroke his growing member.
    This time, it was his turn to moan.
    “I’m used to it,” she answered still stroking him with a cocky smile. He could feel a desperate pressure beginning to build as she moved her hands slowly up and down his shaft.
    He closed his eyes, delighting in the feel of her small fingers surrounding his naked flesh. They flew open again at the sound of his phone ringing.
    He glanced over at his phone and barely made out the name. It was Harry, his agent.
    “It’s not even eight o’clock,” Michelle said gently. “It can wait.”
    When her hand palmed his shaft once again, he was inclined to agree with her. He threw his head back, closed his eyes and pushed the thought of his agent's call out of his mind.
    That’s when he heard the beep. Then another. Then another.
    He knew that it was Harry texting him. And when Harry texted, the news was never good.
    Reluctantly, Chris put his hand over Michelle’s to stop her progress.
    “I’ve got to check that,” he told her and she gave him a sullen pout.
    “It might be something to do with the team,” he said. Michelle’s expression softened. She nodded as she rolled away from him.
    She’d been there with Chris through most of the uncertainty. He’d been waiting for a call for weeks. Waiting to see if the 49ers were going to renew his contract. Waiting to see if he would have a home next season.
    That was why his heart was pounding in his chest as he reached towards the bedside table and picked up the phone. There were five texts waiting for him.
    Eagerly, he clicked into the first one.
    Harry: We need to talk. I won’t beat around the bush. It’s not good.
    Chris’s heart stopped beating as his eyes absently moved to the next messages.
    Harry: 49ers are going with another quarterback next season.
    The phone began to shake in Chris’s hands. The rest of his body stiffened. As though they were acting of their own accord, his eyes wandered to the next messages.
    Harry: They’re going to tell you at a private meeting with the owner tomorrow.
    Harry: I thought you should hear it from me first.
    The last message was the longest.
    Harry: Don’t worry about coming down to the stadium today. I’m sure you’re upset. Just spend a nice day with your girlfriend and don’t think too much about it.  I’ll find another team for you. Hang tight.
    ‘Hang tight’, ‘don’t think too much about it,’ ‘I’m sure you’re upset.’ He read the phrases over and over turning them around and around in his mind. Shock was slowly fading into anger.
    Harry could tell him not to worry all he wanted. It wouldn’t make the team take him back.
    And he could make all the assurances he liked about finding another team, but Chris knew that was a longshot at best. No one wanted a quarterback with a losing record and a drinking problem.
    The phone still in his hand, he made a tight fist around it. He squeezed it so hard that he thought it might break. He wouldn’t have minded if it had. He wanted to throw it