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that I missed your cock?”
    “It missed you,” he managed to rasp out of a bone-dry
throat.
    “I can see that. I think it needs a good, hard sucking.”
    “Fuck, yes.”
    Keeping one hand around the base of his shaft, she moved the
other around to squeeze his ass as she lowered her mouth onto him. He was
almost afraid to move as she set up a strong, fast rhythm on his dick. He took
a moment to be thankful he’d jacked off so many times while on the road or he’d
be pouring into her mouth right now because of how good it felt. He looked
down. Sydney’s eyes were closed and her small mouth was stretched tight around
his cock, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked. Her grip on the base of his shaft
became tighter and he realized she was trying to hold off his orgasm. Why would
she do that? Why would she bother?
    He was about to open his mouth to ask her when the door to
the press box opened and Vince entered. JT shot out of his chair, turning to
zip up his pants, almost strangling his cock, while Sydney rose and scooted
around to stand behind the chair. She was biting her bottom lip, a lip that was
currently swollen from being around his dick just a few seconds ago. Luckily
his hard-on deflated, but not without pain, and JT winced.
    Vince smirked. “Is this some special service the newspaper set
you up with, buddy?”
    “Get the fuck out.” JT laced his voice with menace, but
Vince just shrugged.
    “As far as I know this is a public place.”
    “Get. The. Fuck. Out.”
    “Nah, I think I’ll stay.” He leaned against the wall. “Don’t
mind me.”
    JT turned to Sydney. “Go. I’ll deal with him.”
    Sydney actually looked uncertain for the first time since
he’d met her. “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah. Go.” She slipped out the door and Vince, the slimy
asshole, watched as her delectable ass departed.
    “Nice. Can’t blame you for tapping that.”
    “What the fuck do you want?”
    “Now isn’t that an interesting question. What do I want?”
Vince pretended to think that one over and JT found himself clenching his fists
at his sides. “I think I want your beat.”
    “ What? ”
    “I want your beat.” Vince spoke slowly and JT’s anger
ratcheted up another notch.
    “Why the fuck do you think I’d just hand that over? Besides,
you know as well as I do that the paper assigns the coverage, not me.”
    “Yeah, but if you told them you wanted, say, college
football, I’m sure they’d be thrilled to have a reporter of your caliber to
cover it.”
    “I’m not moving.”
    “Oh, I think you are. Unless, of course, you want me to blow
you guys in about your extracurricular activities.” He laughed and JT let out a
snarl.
    “You think the paper cares who I’m involved with? We’re both
adults.”
    “You willing to stake your career on that assumption?”
    JT laughed, but there was no humor in it. This kid was
something else. “It’s not gonna get that far. I’ve been with the paper for over
twenty years and won’t get fired for this, but Sydney might be. You really
wanna ruin a promising young girl’s career over your own petty jealousy and
spite?”
    Vince shrugged. “Maybe I won’t turn you in. Maybe I’ll let
her stay around so when you’re gone she can suck my cock.” JT’s fist
shot out and Vince flew to the ground, grabbing his nose. “Fucker!”
    JT stood over him. “Get up so I can give you the pounding
you deserve, you little pussy.” Vince tried to trip him and JT evaded the man’s
leg, damn grateful for the years of boxing he’d done to stay agile and in
shape. “Get up!”
    Vince staggered to his feet and JT hit him again, this time
a hit right to the gut. He folded in half, one arm holding his stomach while
the other continued to try to staunch the flow of blood from his nose. He
coughed and tried to say something, but when JT advanced again he scurried
backward.
    “Leave, you little weasel, before I decide to beat the shit
out of you.” He did advance a step then and