by Ana Shay
She relaxed back as I dropped her down onto the bed. Her shirt's top few buttons were undone with a hint of white lace poking out; those dress pants were doing little to hide her beautiful curves. I licked my lips, watching this woman was going to give me a coronary, I swear.
I locked eyes with her, fully ready to pounce on her until she sat up, placing a hand on my chest. “Wait, we shouldn’t do this.” She said, and I tried my best to hide the disappointment as I backed away. “No. Wait.” She shook her head dramatically. “I didn’t mean we shouldn’t do this. I meant it shouldn’t happen like this.” She explained as if that made any more sense.
“How did you want it to happen?” I asked, confused.
Sitting up straight, she had to tilt her head up to look me in the eyes as she explained. “Well, you’ve seen me naked multiple times now…”
“Not true.” I interrupted. “I’ve only seen you naked once. Yesterday, all I saw was your glorious pussy.” I moved in, ready to tackle the rest of the buttons on her shirt, but she swatted my hands away.
“Either way. You’ve seen me naked. You know what that looks like.”
“I’ve got it burned in my memory for the rest of my life.” I pointed to my temple with a smirk.
She stood up, giving her a few extra inches in height but nowhere near enough to match mine. “Well, I’d like the same memory engrained in my brain too. I want to see you naked.” She grinned.
I breathed out a laugh. “Is that what this was? You just wanted to see me naked? Why didn’t you say before? That’s fine with me.”
“STOP!” She yelled just as I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, fully ready to fulfill her request. I kept my hands in place. “Don’t move. I want to be the one to do that.”
Lifting my hands and arms, I chuckled. “Be my guest.” I backed up to give her more space.
It didn’t take her long to edge towards me, toying with the hem of my shirt. She bit her bottom lip before looking up at me with excitement. Her slender hands slipped under the fabric, tracing my abs before she could see them. It was almost like she was counting them to make sure they were all present. When her fingers got to my pecs, she scratched her nails down the front. My knees nearly gave out at the tingling sensation making its way down my body.
When she finally rolled the piece of fabric off, she took a moment to look at the golden skin of my chest. “It’s even better than the pictures.” She said in awe with a wide-ass grin on her face.
“Hopefully, you won’t be disappointed with the rest.” I urged her on; my cock was uncomfortably hard in my jeans now.
She smirked and then flicked the button of my jeans off before going down to her knees and delicately unzipping them. I jerked my hips forward, forcing the fabric to fall to the floor, and she gasped in surprise. I went commando today, knowing I was going to see her later.
Standing in front of her, buck naked, while my erection was staring straight at her. She was silent for a beat. “Well, no wonder you’re a great batsman.” She scoffed out. “You’ve had that piece of wood to manage your whole life.”
I barked out a laugh, holding onto the end of my dick. Her eyes tracked my hand as I moved it up and down. “How long have you been waiting to say a pun like that?” I asked, watching her chew her bottom lip while she stared at my cock was hot.
“I never thought I’d get to say it.” She breathed out; her eyes flicked up while her mouth was mere inches away from me. “I never thought I’d be here with you.” She gives me no time to react to the statement. Instead, she shoves my hand out of the way, replacing it with hers. She opened her mouth wide, taking as much of me in as she could.
I groan as the soft, wet feeling of her mouth took over every part of my being. Her lips held tight as she shoved me further down her throat. Light flicks of her tongue made my legs vibrate. If she keeps sucking me like this, I’m going to come so fast. I don’t want this to end, though. I want to be inside her for that. To finally feel all of her.
“Cali,” I ground my teeth, doing my best to ignore the feeling. She stopped moving while she looked up at me, my dick still firmly in her mouth. “I want to be inside you.”
Her blue eyes were intense, the side of her mouth curling up. As much as I wanted to come in her mouth, I wanted to feel her too. She backed away, moving on to the bed and slinking herself out of her pants and shirt.
She was draped over my bed; white lace, smeared lipstick, and baseball socks. I stared at her, doing my best to commit this moment to memory. Another one I don’t want to forget. Opening her legs, I knelt between them and placed my hands on either side of her head. I leaned down, kissing her thoroughly for the first time tonight. Her lips were soft, hungry, and ready for me to take this further.
I’ve imagined this moment since I saw her in the medical office, but nothing could prepare me for this. Her back arched, her little breathy moans and the hint of her perky pink nipples scratching against my body were making it hard to keep control.
Unfastening her bra, I made sure to lather both her breasts in equal attention, biting and nipping whenever I heard a satisfying moan from Cali. Her hips moved against mine, and even though there was still a tiny piece of fabric keeping her from me, I could feel the dampness of her panties. “I can’t keep waiting.” She sputtered out. That was all the encouragement I needed.
I got a condom out of my bedside table; her eyes watched hungrily as I rolled it down my shaft and looked down at her body. She pushed her panties down, baring her glistening pussy. I was torn. I wanted another taste, but I wanted to be inside her more.
Leaning back over her, I planted another kiss on her lips before I positioned myself so I was just pushing into her slick heat. After locking eyes with her, I moved into her slowly. She was so tight; I had to hold back, worried I’d hurt her. She grasped my shoulders the further I pushed in. It was heaven, and I didn’t want to leave. In fact, I was thinking of all the ways I could stay while still playing ball. Maybe no one would notice she was attached to me.
Cali surprised me when she rolled me over and pushed me onto my back, taking control of the situation. Her perfect tits bounced above, and her hair was wild, just like her personality. A little hard to tame, but I was willing to try. Lying on my back, I watched her take the pleasure into her own hands, groaning out with an almost reckless abandon.
I was close with all the foreplay, but I didn’t want to come before she did. I dipped my hand down, playing with her clit, and nibbled at her nipples. Her body was like an arcade game. I wanted to hit all the buttons and get the prize. Her head whipped back in pleasure, and I could feel her clenching around me. Happy she was close; I thrust my hips up. Cali squealed at the unexpected hit of pleasure. I did it a few more times, disrupting her rhythm but getting her closer and closer to the edge.
Finally, her pussy squeezed my cock like a vice, and that’s all it took for me to lose control too. We came together, and as we slowly came down from our high, Cali lazily fell onto the bed.
When I was sure my legs wouldn’t fail me, I got up and got rid of the condom, only to come back and lie next to Cali, tucking her into my side. “That was…”
“Amazing. I know. It always is with me.” I finished the sentence for her, laughing.
She swatted me on the chest. “Yes, but you can’t say that about yourself,”
I shrugged with one arm behind my head, looking up to the ceiling. This was perfect. “I wasn’t saying it about myself. I was talking about you.” I turned, studying her face. It was almost symmetrical, save for the little mole resting above her eyebrow. Her face still had hints of red lipstick, and her eyes were puffy from when she’d be crying earlier. She was still the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen. “You’re perfect,” I said.
She smiled meekly, chewing on her lip like she was stopping herself from saying something. “What?” I urged.
“It’s nothing. I just had this thought.” Her finger dragged up and down my chest as I waited for her to carry on. �
��Have you ever come home without showering before? You know, still sweaty from the field?” She asked sheepishly.
I wanted to laugh, but the question was kind of hot. “No?” I said, watching her reaction as she closed her eyes. “Did you want me to?”
“I mean, would you be all muddy with grass stains everywhere?”
“Depends on how hard I play. If I know I’m coming back to you, then yes, they’ll be every type of baseball stain you could think of.”
A smile grew on her lips, and her hands edged down. “I wouldn’t say no to stripping you off and helping you shower after.” She said, leaning her body over mine and licking the bottom of my lip.
“You’re a kinky one, aren’t you?” I chuckled, excited to see where her hand was going to go.
“Coming from the man who ate me out on my desk. You have no idea how hard it’s been to concentrate without thinking of you.” And just like she wanted. I’m hard all over again.
Chapter 18
“Thank you, Tate. This is an extremely generous donation.” Jonah, the Office GM, flips the check over, scratching his beard. I guess he’s trying to figure out why on earth I’m doing this. Leaning back in one of his office chairs, I crane my neck and look out the glass onto the office floor. Cali works on the other side of the building, but I can’t help my wandering eye. It just keeps trying to find her. It’s probably best she doesn’t see me, though. She’d have my balls and too many questions, which I haven’t figured out the answers to just yet. “When you walked into this office today, I was bracing myself for the worst, thinking you might have torn your ACL or broken your wrist. But then you surprise me with this.” He holds the piece of paper up, still shocked. Yeah, I surprised myself too. The things I’m doing for a girl I’ve only had a few dates with.
I shrugged, looking back to Jonah. “It’s not that big a deal.” Because it really wasn’t. That’s probably a week’s salary for me; I’ll hardly notice it come out of my bank account. It will make a massive difference to them, though. “I just feel like the hard work and dedication of our interns should be acknowledged. We couldn’t be the best team in the MLB without their contribution, and I’d like to see them compensated. I’m hoping this will set a precedence moving forward.”
“Just how much of the interns' work have you seen?” He popped a curious brow. I knew he was suspicious. Have any players ever shown as much interest in the back office staff as I have? No. I’m not donating it because I’m sleeping with Cali either, although that is a big incentive. It’s just hearing the hours she’s been working makes me feel like I have an unscratchable itch. When she mentioned in passing that she slept on the office sofa one day, I nearly blew a gasket. I had to breathe in slowly while I gripped the steering wheel so tight, my knuckles went white.
“Oh yeah, I’ve seen a lot of their work through the volunteering you’ve set up. I think it’s having a good effect on the public image and mine.” I was quiet for a beat because we both knew what I was referring to. Sam took a hit on my popularity, and my publicist has been trying to rehab my image. I sighed, already not looking forward to the conversation I needed to have with Cali about it. Some grainy pictures of us making out in her parking lot have ended up online. I know she’s going to hate it. “The new mascot is also a great addition to the team this year,” I said almost mechanically because I wanted to make sure Cali got credit for that too. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to remember what I had planned to say next because I didn’t want to slip up. “I know it’s not any of my business, but do you monitor their working hours?” I know. I know. I shouldn’t get myself involved in this. But it’s Cali, and not only do I want her to be paid enough to live on, but I also want her to be happy and to be able to afford a nice mattress (if I wasn’t already planning on buying her one). There may also be an added benefit in there for me. The less time she’s at work, the more time she’s in my bed. I’ve been spoiled over the last week. She’s been at my house every night, and it’s been bliss. The only thing breaking me out of said bliss is the fact that I’m now off for a two-week away game stint. Trying to build a relationship during the season sucks. I wish I'd met her in the winter before sprint training started because I like her. A lot. Too much to admit to her without sounding like the Belieber in this relationship.
Jonah grabbed the baseball stress ball rolling across his desk, rocking back on his desk chair. “Nope. Should we?”
Okay, now I’m in the deep end, swimming without armbands, but I’m going to keep going. No point stopping now. “I guess I’m just a little confused because, after the game on Friday, I stuck around to practice in the cages.” A disapproving noise came from his throat. No doubt annoyed that I wasn’t resting my muscles after the game. “It was after nine when I left, and I noticed that one of the interns was still here.” I leave out that I was specifically waiting for her. “No one else was here at all,” I emphasized.
His eyes narrowed, and there was a part of me that was relieved he didn’t know. If he was condoning this, I don’t know what I’d do. “Really? Do you know which one?”
My back straightened; you could say I knew which one quite well. In fact, I could tell him where every freckle on her body was. “I think she’s one of the kids in the marketing team.” I opted for a more straightforward, less graphic answer. “She’s got blonde hair, tall. I saw her at one of the school events a couple of weeks ago.”
He nodded. “Okay, thanks for letting me know. I’ll look into it.”
“Thanks. Alright, I’m going to get some early morning practice in.” I said, getting up and walking to the door. As I grasped the handle, I turned back, watching Jonah study the check. “By the way. Could we keep this donation between us? I’d rather the interns don’t know about it.” I want them to think they earned it because they did.
“Sure, no problem.” He smiled, looking at his computer screen.
“Thanks,” I opened the door, and as I shut it, I waved at a few of the employees watching me. I made a mental note to spend more time on this side of the stadium, so people weren’t so confused when they saw me, and it would make them less suspicious of my motives.
“Mr. Sorenson.” A familiar voice called my name. My jaw tensed as I turned. I looked at the man who’s been treating Cali like she was that last piece of bread in the loaf. You know the piece. The heel that always ends up all crusty and moldy by the time you get to it. No one wants to eat that slice.
I turned on my heel to come face to well; actually, I have to look down to see Josh’s face because I’m so much taller than him. “Hi, James, is it?”
“Josh.” He corrected. I knew. I was just being a dick.
“Ah right, sorry. Josh. What can I do for you?” I asked while walking, slightly ignoring him. It’s not how I usually talk to people, but karma’s a bitch, and Josh is getting it dished today.
He scurried behind me. “I was just wondering if you would be able to sign this for me.” I stopped so suddenly; he walked into me. The pen stabbed me in the back. I was suspicious about signing anything for him since he seemed like the type of guy to sell it on eBay for a jacked-up price. “It’s for my nephew. He’s your biggest fan.”
Turning around, I took the pen out of his hand. I can’t say no to a child. It’s not his fault he has this guy for an Uncle. “What’s his name?” I always asked because it makes it harder for people to sell it.
“Charlie.” He hands over the ball, watching me eagerly as I sign it. Just as I’m about to hand it over. An idea pops into my head. He looks confused while I dangle the ball out of his reach. “James.”
“It’s Josh.”
“Right. Josh.” I slurred his name. “I’ll give you this ball if you promise me one thing.” His brows furrowed in confusion, probably wondering what he had that I could possibly want. “Be nicer to your staff.” I quipped, leaning down so he could hear me clearly. “Something I learned in the minors is that you should be nice to everyone. You never know who the next superstar is g
oing to be.”
He snorted, his true colors showing through the façade. “I treat them just fine.” James tried to lift his hand and snatch the ball. He seemed to have forgotten that I’m a pro athlete and at least a foot taller than him. I lifted the ball out of his reach, and he jumped, trying to snatch it away. It was pathetic.
“You’re not. I’ve seen you. You treat them like shit.” I didn’t want to do the next part of this, but I think I need to hammer it home. “You know I’ve got a lot of clout here?” He didn’t respond, too busy still trying to reach for the ball. “If I hear you’ve even looked the wrong way at any of your employees, I might have to mention it to Jonah.” I glanced back to Jonah’s office. He was already on the phone talking to someone else.
Josh stopped and stood, staring at me. “Um, yes, of course, Mr. Sorenson.” He was a compliant little thing. I dropped the ball down, and he caught it with both hands.
“Great.” I spun on my heel and walked to the elevator without giving Josh a second glance.
I’ll give him the two weeks I’m away to change. If I find out Cali is being treated in any other way than perfect, I’ll just have to get him fired. Simple. As the elevator doors shut, my phone vibrated against my leg. Must be Cali. I haven’t heard from her since I left her in my bed this morning to go work out.
It’s not Cali. My whole body tensed when I saw her name across my screen. What the hell does Sam want? The last I heard from her was a few months ago when her face was splashed across those magazines she was obsessed with. Something about her waiting for a ring from Theo. I’m sure there’s some truth in it. After six months in the majors, she was pushing me so hard to propose. I played dumb, ignoring her ‘subtle’ hints around the apartment. After a few months, she got more and more obvious, leaving giant photos of expensive rings around. I still ignored them.
She probably planted this latest story herself. I remember her doing that when she was trying to get someone to take up her reality TV idea, Real Housewives of Baseball. No one greenlit it, obviously. She wasn’t even my fiancée. When she realized she’d milked my cash cow for all it was worth, she moved onto Theo. I should send him a thank you for getting her off my back.