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I felt the tickle of his hair as it brushed against the tips of my big toes. It was the oddest position which left me completely exposed to him. I wanted to cover myself up from the intensity of his gaze. But there was something in his look that stopped me. His usually icy irises had a fire within the blue depths. A fire that was ready to engulfme.

Jamie’s bottom lip dropped as he buried himself to the hilt inside me. The position of my locked legs gave my cunt a tighter seal around his cock. From the quickened rise and fall of his chest behind my calves, I could tell he was trying to keep himself from falling apart in that moment.

His hands cupped around the front of my thighs as he pressed my legs tight against his torso. With a breath, the sultry slap of his hips against my ass permeated the room until it became a constant rhythm. My arms shot out to grip onto something, anything. Because this man was taking me for a hell of a ride.

“Fuck…Cady…” Jamie gasped out as he parted the sea of my thighs to press me into my mussed bed. His groan followed because I couldn’t help the spasm of my cunt around him as his words absorbed into my skin. As soon as he was within reach, my arms tangled around his neck. I needed that tangible feel of him somewhere other than between my legs.

He reassured me with a hungry kiss, his mouth slanted against mine with utter abandon. With the change in angle, it gave a stronger force to his thrusts. His hands coasted up and down my curves as he moved. My own followed suit through his hair, down his back, and around his biceps in one seemingly endless loop.

I wanted to savor every second of it. But in the back of my mind, I knew the workday loomed. Jamie’s big premiere was today. If only we could spend the rest of the day in bed, tangled up with one another.

Between the talent of his mouth and the sheer power of his hips, I felt my climax racing towards me like the bright light at the end of a tunnel. From the noises Jamie was making, it sounded like he was right at my heels. I wished I could hit record or bottle it up because for as quiet as this man usually was, he was the complete opposite in bed.

I screamed his name as I felt myself shatter beneath him. My body arched as the waves of orgasm overtook me, stealing my breath away. It was a delicious and heady suspend in the middle of a swirling galaxy as utter shockwaves radiated out from my thighs.

Jamie gave one last desperate race to the end, rocking my bed from the sheer impact of his hips. My orgasm was still in its full impact throes as he followed suit with a satisfied grunt that morphed into a moan against my mouth. Even though our climaxes waned, his physical affection towards me did not.

“Now that’s a hell of a way to start a game day.”

AOK

TAI VERDES

After a quick second shower for Jamie and a morning shower for me, we were able to get on the road on time for work. As handsy as we were in the shower, and very quickly headed towards yet another round, we managed to stay mostly on task. But Jamie’s toned body under running water was a delectable vision I wasn’t prepared for.

Shifting in the passenger seat, I drew my thighs together to quell the heat. It pulled Jamie’s gaze back to me. An amused smile played across his mouth as his hand reached over to clasp onto mine, splayed on my thigh. Moving his eyes from the road, he glanced at me as he pulled my hand to his mouth and brushed a quick kiss across my knuckles.

Straight-up fire shot down to my core. The touch was sweet, tender. Not exactly something that should invoke such a visceral sexual reaction in my body.

He continued to keep a hold of my hand as he settled them between us on the center console armrest. That’s what people in committed relationships do. Not something in the aftermath of a one-night stand.

As much as I melted from the gesture, I didn’t want to get my hopes up. It was only one night. Thiscould all change in an instant. He could up and forget about me.

This was why I didn’t want to get tangled up in this sort of mess with a ball player in the first place. What would happen if Philadelphia called him back up to the majors? The schedule was more demanding, and the travel was daunting. Not to mention the Sillys had their schedule I had to follow. We’d never see each other during the season.

But why did he have to be so pretty?

Just enjoy it for what it's worth, Cadence.

Okay, fair. But damn, if this ended poorly, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to recover. It might literally kill me if I had to stop watching my beloved baseball team. Seeing Jamie at the games would only remind me of tender moments like this. Then they would come crashing into a heaping pile of flaming shit because I was thrown to the curb by their overly luscious catcher who had a fabulous cockanda body to power it.

“Hey, you okay?” Jamie’s soft words pulled me from my dark tumble of thoughts. Blinking, I glanced at him and was fully unprepared for his tender look of concern. The stone-cold catcher was secretly a softie at heart.

I wasn’t prepared to answer him. I was barely holding in a sobbing plea for him not to break my heart. But that sort of reaction would be utterly psycho.

“I’m worried about you.”

“Me?” Jamie glanced over at me with a huff of a laugh. “Why?”

“Well… it's your big premiere tonight with the Sillys. Do you think you’re ready?”

A long moment of silence passed before I noticed his subtle nod. “Considering I’ve started in a few World Series games? This should be a piece of cake.”

I cocked my brow at him. He wasn’t wrong, but he had a hell of a lot of animosity leading up to this game. The sudden about-face in his mood was suspicious.

“Yeah…but dancing…?”

“I’m not worried.” This was so not the Jamie of yesterday. There was a playful flicker in the blue of his eyes as he looked over at me. “I’m feeling pretty good after thoseprivate dance lessonslast night. I think I picked up a few pointers.” With a cocky little grin, he turned back to the road.

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