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“Fuck me, you really are perfect.”

Every single one of my muscles shakes and begging is all I can do. “Can we come now?”

“We can.” I hear the smile in his voice, and it sets a chain reaction a split second before my hand touches my clit.I cry out Ford’s name as wave after wave of pleasure wracks mein the form of full body shivers.

“That’s it, Juliet. Come on your fingers.”

I do.

Hard.

And because I want nothing more than to be his good girl, I don’t stop until the last flutters of my pussy have ceased.

“You sound so fucking beautiful when you come, love.”

“Did you come too?” I ask, hoping that I wasn’t the only one to find release.

His breath hitches, followed by a needy groan. “I did, and I didn’t even have to touch myself.”

“Seriously?”

“I told you before, you have no idea what you do to me.”

Most men would be embarrassed, but Ford wears it like a badge of honor.

“Now get some sleep.”

“Are you going to make me talk about this tomorrow?” A smidge of awkwardness takes hold, and for a beat I’m worried about what this means for us—our living situation, our dates, our future.

“No. This wasn’t about me or us. This was for you.”

“Thank you, Ford.” I really don’t deserve him.

“Sleep well, Juliet.”

The weight of sleep tugs at me, and my eyes are closed by the time Ford ends the call. But as I fall asleep, I swear I hear the sound of his shower kicking on. A smile tips my lips, and as I drift into dreamland, I wonder if he’s going for round two.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

FORD

How the hell am I supposed to concentrate on baseball when I know exactly how heavenly Juliet sounds when she comes?

It’s the top of the ninth against the Raleigh Aviators. They’re up at bat, and we're getting our asses handed to us. I wish I could say it’s because we’re sucking, but really, they are just the better team. More cohesive. For every incredible play we make, they’ve got three up their sleeves. Give the Renegades another season together and I have no doubt we’ll be there too.

But this afternoon, it’s just brutal. We can’t get a run in to save our lives.

The crack of the bat sends a shock through my system, just as it does every time. I shift on my feet to cover third base as the ball soars through the pocket between center and right field. It’s just low enough that there’s no way Kiefer or Garcia can get to it in time to make the catch.

Cooper Townes, the runner on second, sees his chance and takes off for third. We both know he’s going to make it without any trouble, but I ready myself in case by some miracle, my teammates can get the ball to me before he tags third.

By the time Kiefer fields the ball, Sharpe and Townes are safely on first and third, respectively.

We just need one more out.

One more out and this inning will be over, then it’s one at bat and home to Juliet.

I wonder if she’s watching the game.

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