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“Dammit, you’re so wet. Such a fucking good girl. All pantyless and waiting for me.” Jamie groaned as my cunt fluttered around him in response. “Were you fantasizing about this before I got here?”

I couldn’t dignify him with a proper response. Technically I pregamed in the shower with myremovable shower head, but only for a teasing minute as I hosed off my undercarriage. Tossing my head back I cried out as the orgasm hit me in full force. The sheer intensity and sudden onslaught of it left me completely shell-shocked as nothing but jumbled moans of ecstasy escaped my mouth.

Jamie took that as his cue to grab ahold of my hips with a fierce vice grip as he chased his release. Gasping from the almost-constant orgasmic pulses, I collapsed back onto my table, sending the sugar bowl clattering to the floor. He followed suit after me, caging me in against the wood without missing a thrusting beat.

His hands fumbled with my shirt, shoving it up to my armpits so he could feast upon me. Murmurs of hungry delight vibrated against my skin as he pressed open-mouth kisses to my breasts. Holy fuck this was too much.

“That’s my girl.That’s…fucking…it…” Jamie rasped out as he used this new angle to continue his onslaught. My mind was already reeling from the fact that we were sinfully wrecking my table and yet my brain had to fixate itself on two singular words of his:My. Girl.

My eyes flashed open to see Jamie’s intense ice-blue gaze staring back at me. A breathless smile smoothed away the intensity. I needed to touch him. To hold onto him and never let go.

Reaching up, I grabbed his face and pulled it down. Jamie sensed the shared urgency and met his lips to mine. The embroidery of the team’s logo on his jersey scraped along my erect nipples, sending my body into a renewed frenzy.

Jamie’s groan reverberated throughout my body as I descended into orgasmic chaos once again. Holy fuck, at this rate I didn’t think I’d ever be able to stop climaxing. My second orgasm of the evening brought on Jamie’s. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, moaning with each slowing thrust of his hips.

We lay there for a while as we let our breathing slow and almost become one unified inhale and exhale. My back was beginning to riot. Being smashed under Jamie’s hard body against my wooden kitchen table wasn’t exactly an ideal place for a cuddle. I couldn’t help it. I started to chuckle.

“My body thanks you, but my back does not. I think we need to find somewhere softer.” I murmured against Jamie’s ear in my mirth. He immediately followed in laughter. But godfuckingdamn I was not complaining in the least bit.

“It was so worth it to make this jersey my lucky one.”

Fight the Feeling

ROD WAVE

“You’re fucking him,” My head whipped around to see Tiffiny standing behind me with a smug-ass grin on her face. “Aren’t you.” I let out a dismissive snort and turned back to fussing with the prop closet. Nervous sweat immediately beaded along my brow.

Tiffiny was my best friend. It was tearing me up inside keeping this delicious secret from her. I knew she wouldn’t blab about it, but it was just safer to keep it from her. As far as I knew, Jamie and I were doing a decent job at keeping, whatever we were doing, quiet. It needed to stay that way. Remaining cool under my friend’s interrogative stare might act was going to be difficult.

“What?” Holy fuck I didn’t sound the least bit convincing. “Come on, we both know I’m not that lucky.” I kept my gaze firmly on a spot in the closet. I knew if I looked at her, I would crack like an egg in a bodybuilder’s ass cheeks.

“Girl you’ve been walking on air, smiling, and looking freshly fucked.Daily. And it's been ever since Jamie started in his first game.” Why did my best friend have to know me so well?

“Maybe it’s from a new dance routine I’m working on–”

“Yeah, the horizontal one with Jamie Rhe–” I immediately stormed over and hushed her with my hand over her mouth. The cement block walls of the stadium reverberated sound like nobody’s business, which, in turn, made it everyone’s business. Jamie and I had found that out the hard way when he cornered me after a game the other day. That was too close.

“Oh, my fucking god, will you just shut up?” I hissed at her as I nervously glanced around. Her brows, raised from surprise, knitted together on her forehead with judgment. I hesitantly pulled my hand away.

“Look, I’m just collecting all the obvious evidence here.” Like me, Tiffiny enjoyed her true crime podcasts entirely too much. “Because Jamie suddenly had a miraculous change in batting talent two days after you two danced at the bar.” My eyes darted away. Which apparently was my guilty tell. Tiffiny screeched in triumph. “I fucking knew it! You guys went from mentally fucking each other, to eye fucking, to just general fuc–”

“Holy shit, do you truly have no filter?!”

Tiffiny crossed her arms in front of her as she cocked her hip out. “You and I both know the answer to that question.”

I rolled my eyes.

“At least use code words or something if you insist that we talk about thisat work.”

“Oh yes. Iabsolutelyinsist.”

“Fine.” I huffed before rolling my eyes once again. But there was a small part of me that was justas smug as she was. I was living every fangirl’s dream, sleeping with my favorite baseball player. But how the fuck can we talk about this at work without someone overhearing us and knowing exactly what we were talking about? “Yes, Jamie and I are…running the bases.”

This was not going to work. At least not around anyone who had as dirty of a mind as Tiffiny and me. Because who the fuck picked baseball to be the sport where the terminology is sexually suggestive? My friend had to swallow back her snort as she made a poor attempt to hide the amusement on her face.

“Allthe bases, huh?” She asked, trying to make it seem like this was just a casual conversation about the sport.

“Multiplehome runs,” I added as I tried to hide a satisfied smile. Her brows lifted in surprise for a fleeting moment before her gleeful littlesmile quirked at the side of her mouth. Being my best friend, I was just waiting for her to gloat.

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