"I gotta say," he murmured, "that was some ride."
"Totally," she agreed.
Vic levered himself up and helped her to her feet. He checked the time and the game on TV. "You've got a couple minutes if you want to wash. I don't' suggest you be in here when the team comes back. Coach frowns on us gang banging pretty women in the locker." His cheeky grin made her laugh.
"No, that probably wouldn't be the best option, fun though it sounds. Doing an entire football team would be…chafing."
Vic burst out laughing, throwing his head back in a good belly laugh. "You are one twisted woman, Angelica. But I like you."
She winked before going to the showers to wash the combination of her own juices and the condom lubrication from between her thighs. When she finished, Vic handed her a towel. She dressed, minus her thong, before turning to him again.
"You keep the panties," she said, looking him up and down, wanting to eat him alive again. He was definitely a hot-looking man. All muscles and brawn, just the perfect amount of body hair too. "I'll never forget this, but I want you to remember it too."
"No worries there." He grinned. "Hey, do you have a card or something? Maybe we could get together again."
There was no way she could keep the smile off her face. "Oh, I'd definitely like that." She handed him a card with her personal cell scribbled on the back of it. "Give me a call sometime. We'll…see what comes up." She turned then, heading for her car. Screw the interview. She'd think of something to tell her boss. Right now, she just wanted to get home and into bed. After sex like that, she knew she'd sleep like a baby.