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As a sports journalist, I have all the time been around NBA players, but never once did I imagine hooking up with any of them. That is until one fateful night, I went to cover a game and ended up being swept off my feet by one of the league’s biggest stars.

It was a London game, and I had been asked to cover it for my magazine. I arrived at The O2 Arena early, as all the time, and started checking my notes and setting up my camera. As the players started walking in, I felt a rush of excitement; it’s all the time thrilling to be in the presence of such skilled athletes. But there was one player who was catching everyone’s attention and stealing all the attention on the court: Devin Carter.

Devin was a rookie, but he was already one of the league’s brightest stars. He was tall and muscular, with chiseled features and a charming smile that was making every girl swoon, me included. I couldn’t explain why, but there was something about him that was different from the rest of the players. As the game started, I was captivated by his effortless grace on the court. He was quick, agile, and made every shot count.

By the time halftime came, I had already planned what I was gonna write about him: his killer instincts on the court and his boyish charm that was making everyone crave his attention. But little did I know that the real story was gonna happen after the game.

As I was waiting for the press conference to begin, I saw Devin walking towards me. My heart skipped a beat as he came closer. He was even more handsome up close, and my knees felt weak.

“Hi there,” he said with a smile. “I saw you on the sideline, and I had to come over and say hi.”

My mind went blank, and I could only mutter a feeble greeting back. He laughed, and his laugh was infectious. “Don’t be shy,” he said. “I’ve seen you around, and I know you’re one of the best journalists in the game. I’d love to talk to you more if you’re free tonight.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Devin Carter, the man every girl on the planet was drooling over, was asking me out on a date. “Sure,” I managed to say, trying to sound as cool as feasible. “That sounds great.”

“Awesome,” he said. “I’ll call you later and let you know where to meet me.”

As he walked away, I felt like I was in a dream. Was this really happening to me? I had to pinch myself a few times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

True to his word, Devin called me that night and told me to meet him at a club in Soho. As I walked towards the club, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous. What was I gonna say to him, and what if I made a fool out of myself?

But all my fears vanished when I saw Devin standing outside the club, looking even more dashing in a crisp white shirt and black jeans. “Hey,” he said, taking my hand and leading me inside. “I’m so glad you made it.”

The music was loud and upbeat, and the place was packed with people. Devin ordered us drinks, and we started dancing to the rhythm. I felt like I was in a movie, or a music video, and I was the star. For the first time in a while, I let go of all my worries and just enjoyed the moment.

As the night went on, Devin and I started getting closer. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, telling me how he loved my smile and how I was even more gorgeous than he imagined. His words made me feel like I was the only person in his world, and I was falling for him more and more by the minute.

At around midnight, Devin suggested we get some fresh air and take a walk outside. I agreed, and we walked towards the river, holding hands. We stopped by a bench, and Devin put his arms around me, pulling me closer.

“I know we just met,” he said, “but I feel like I’ve known you forever.”

His words were like a balm to my soul, and I felt my heart racing. “I feel the same way,” I said, looking up at him.

And then, just like that, Devin leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and warm, and I felt a dizzying sensation go through my whole body. We kissed for what felt like an eternity, exploring each other’s mouths, and tongues dancing in unison.

After a few minutes, Devin pulled back and looked at me. “I know this is crazy,” he said, “but I want to spend the night with you. I want to make love to you.”

I was taken aback but also aroused. I had never been one for one-night stands, but there was something about Devin that was making me bend all my own rules. “Yes,” I said, “let’s go.”

We got into a cab, and Devin told the driver to take us to a hotel nearby. As we were going up the elevator, I felt a rush of excitement and nervousness. What if I wasn’t good enough? What if he regretted this in the morning?

But all my doubts vanished as soon as we entered the suite. It was luxurious, with a king-size bed, a Jacuzzi, and a balcony overlooking the city. Devin took my hand and led me towards the bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asked, looking directly into my eyes.

“Yes,” I said, knowing that I wanted this more than anything.

And then, Devin started undressing me, slowly and deliberately. He took off my dress, revealing my lacy bra and panties, and started kissing my neck and my chest. His lips were expertly moving downwards, and I felt myself getting wetter by the second.

Devin lay me down on the bed, and we kissed again, with even more passion than before. I was acutely aware of his muscular frame on top of me, and I felt the hardness of his abs pressing against my stomach.

And then, Devin started undressing himself. I watched in awe as he took off his shirt, revealing a perfectly sculpted chest and washboard abs. When he unbuckled his belt, I couldn’t take my eyes off his bulge, which was straining against his boxer briefs.

Devin climbed on top of me, and I felt the heat of his body against mine. He started kissing me again, as he reached down and removed my bra. My nipples were hard and sensitive, and he took them into his mouth, sucking and biting lightly.

I felt his fingers moving downwards, and he removed my panties with ease. He buried his face between my legs, and I moaned out loud. Devin was an expert at oral sex, and he was using his tongue and his fingers to drive me crazy. My whole body was convulsing, and I felt myself teetering on the brink of an orgasm.

“Devin,” I gasped out, “I want you inside me.”

He looked up at me, and I saw desire and lust burning in his eyes. He reached for his wallet and took out a condom, slipping it on quickly. And then, he entered me slowly, inch by inch. I felt like I was being filled completely, and I gasped out loud.

Devin started moving with slow, steady strokes, and I felt myself losing all sense of time and space. He was hitting all the right spots, and I could feel my body responding to his every thrust. I felt like I was floating on a cloud of ecstasy.

We made love for what felt like hours, changing positions, and exploring each other’s bodies. I felt like I was in a dream, or a parallel universe, where everything was perfect and gorgeous. By the time we both climaxed, we were both sweaty and exhausted, but also exhilarated.

Devin and I lay in bed, holding each other, and watching the sun come up. “This night was amazing,” he said, stroking my hair. “I feel like I’ve never connected with anyone like this before.”

I felt the same way, and I knew that this was only the beginning of something truly gorgeous. Devin and I didn’t just have a one-night stand; we had a connection, a bond that was gonna last a lifetime.

The next day, I wrote my article about Devin, but I couldn’t reveal the real story. I had to keep our night together a secret, but I knew that it was something that was gonna stay with me forever. As I left London and flew back home, I felt like the luckiest woman on earth. I had been swept off my feet by an NBA star, and it was a night that was gonna live in my heart forever.
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