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TAYLOR SWIFT

I had to have been dreaming.

For fucking certain, I was dreaming.

Because this wasn’t my actual real life that I currently existed in. That’s all I could think about as I stared at professional baseball catcher Jamie Rheems, the biggest crush of my entire adult life, sipping coffee, in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, as he looked out my patio door into the early morning.

It was like every impossibly delicious wet dream I’d ever had about the man.

Except it wasn’t a dream.

I leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, admiring how the lingering beads of water sparkled from the sun along his sculpted skin. The man was literally a god. A god in a baseball uniform. Er, well, my bathroom towel at the moment.

If only my 14-year-old self could see me now. I was ready to burn my cringe-filled teenage diaries of all the lame-ass shit I complained about with boys. I wanted to thank that naive young woman and give her a high five for manifesting this.

“Morning.” Jamie looked over at me with a smile that could coax even the most extinct volcano back into erupting. My brain short-circuited. He was… happy to see me? He didn’t think last night was a mistake?

When I woke up this morning and saw that the bed was empty, I assumed he left. A major league player who got his kicks, ready to bed his next willing fan. I was already calculating how long it would take to get a ride share to pick me up and make it to work on time since my car was still there.

A flicker of hope reawakened within me when I heard the clatter of a coffee mug in the kitchen. I managed to tip-toe into the kitchen for a peek, dressed in nothing but my short silk robe. It was the easiest thing to throw on in a hurry.

With the way Jamie slowly stalked over to me as his eyes scanned me up and down, I knew I had made an excellent choice. I felt like a rabbit as it stared down a hungry wolf. The coffee cup in his hand tinked against the counter as he set it down. That was the only signal of warning I had before he grabbed hold of me, caressing a lingering kiss against my mouth.

“Morning…” I breathed out in reply as he pulled away. His smile was reminiscent of a cat who had cream for its supper. He was content. Happy. A side of Jamie that was exceedingly rare to see.

“I hope you don’t mind that I helped myself. I didn’t want to wake you.” Kisses interspersed with his words as his touch possessively lingered on the jut of my hips.

This was heaven. It had to be. I must have died in some sort of horrifically awful fashion on the way home last night to get to this point .

“You can honestly help yourself to anything.” Holy fuck was that an actual uninhibited flirtation out of my damn mouth? I was the most awkward flirt on the planet. Maybe it was Jamie’s sultry look of delight with each of my flirtations that was somehow training me to be more off the cuff.

“Is that so?” A brow cocked on his forehead as his cerulean eyes dipped to the gaping V of my robe. In my haste, I didn’t tie it all that well. “Because I haven’t had breakfast yet. And I was in the mood for something sweet .”

My mouth dropped open to retort, but Jamie silenced me as he lifted me with effortless ease and plopped me on the edge of the kitchen counter. My brain hadn’t even fully registered what was happening before Jamie was on his knees, coaxing my thighs apart. The darkened gaze he shot me as he leisurely kissed his way up my inner thigh made my blood come to an immediate roiling boil.

All I could do was grip the edge of the counter before the entire breadth of his tongue dragged straight up my slit. He was doing his best to devour his breakfast in the most delicious slow and methodical fashion.

Me.

I was his breakfast.

I was stuck between not being able to breathe and gasping sharply for air. The heady sensation left me dizzy.

“Fuck, you are so fucking wet already. Were you fantasizing about me while you were watching? That’s a good girl.” Jamie gasped out, his lips glistening with the evidence of his exceedingly incredible oral talents. “Come on, Cady. Your body wants this. Beg for it. I want to fucking hear you.” My bottom lip dropped open, but no sound came out. He dove back in with a vengeance, eager to make me comply with his demand.

The moans tumbled out quickly, completely uninhibited since he asked for them. I couldn’t overthink at this moment. I just had to throw caution to the wind as yet another one of my fantasies about the man was about to come to fruition. I could finally scream out his name in ecstasy and he would actually hear it. Again.

“Jamie…! Fuck yes, I want it, you… Ohmygod… ” Oxygen burned my lungs on the intake as I inhaled sharply as he coaxed two fingers into my slick cunt. He angled the pads of his fingers to hit my G-spot. My words caused a vibrating moan against my clit from the man. There was no stopping the noises of pleasure now.

“Yes! Fuck yes! Jamie, yes… I’m cumming… fuckfuckfuck …!” My eyes clamped tightly closed as I thought my soul was going to shoot straight out of my body through my eye sockets. Bless him, he didn’t stop the work of his mouth or fingers. He kept me perpetually over the edge of utter euphoric bliss until my vaginal walls were spent.

I was fit to collapse on my counter but the sultry move of Jamie as he rose to his feet, all while sucking my release off his fingers, had me ready to keel head over heels. A hum of delight reverberated deep in his throat as he cleaned each finger clear down to the third knuckle. My brain could no longer process thoughts.

“That was delicious but…” Jamie murmured as he boxed me in, a thick bicep to each side of me. A la zy kiss grazed along my jaw. “I think I need seconds…of everything .”

“I don’t have any condoms in the kitchen.” I blurted out. Because what lonely-as-fuck single woman in her early 30s would have condoms in her kitchen? A smart one. I apparently was not at all smart. Or efficient.

“That’s fine. We can go where the condoms are.” With a rakish grin, his hands wrapped around me. In one smooth move, he tossed me over his shoulder. My bare ass grazed along the scruff of his jaw, chafing the mostly untouched sensitive skin there. I would have squealed if it wasn’t for the fact that all air had vacated from the premise of my lungs as I found myself staring at his glorious bare ass.

Somehow in the scuffle of my first orgasm of the morning, his towel had worked its way loose. I pouted a little bit that I only had a bird’s eye view of his ass instead of getting the entire top-to-bottom vision as he strutted past. Weird thing to whine about, Cadence.

Jamie dropped me onto the bed but didn’t give me a moment to adjust myself after the first bounce. Grabbing me by the ankles, he dragged my ass to the edge of the bed. The move was aided by the silk robe that had completely slipped off my body into a crumpled mess beneath me. One wrong move and I would have tipped forward and over the edge of the bed onto my ass. He wedged himself between the V of my thighs to stop me from doing just that.

He stood like an utter god above me. The morning sunlight gave him an ethereal glow with his golden skin, tan from many hours on the ball field. While I laid back admiring him, he did the same thing to me with his intense stare.

What did we come in for?

Oh right. Condoms.

With one hand, I reached out and managed to finagle my bedside drawer open. Dipping my hand inside, I fished around for the box of condoms. However, at that moment, Jamie thought it was a perfectly acceptable time to distract me.

His fingers gripped the underside of my thighs, pushing them open for his hungry gaze. The pads of his thumbs dipped into me to open my slit like one would the petals of a rose. With a swift uptick of his hips, he slid the underside of his thick cock through my slick. My entire body shuddered with the glorious sensation as the box of condoms slipped through my fingers and back into the drawer.

Holy shit this man had no fucking chill.

Condoms were left forgotten for the moment. I could feel the intense heat from his hard cock as the underside of it teasingly slipped through my folds. With one subtle buck of my hips, my body could swallow him whole. That thought process was dangerous. I’d rather be safe than sorry, no matter how badly I wanted to feel him bareback.

“Dammit, Cadence. I’d give anything to bury my cock deep inside you. You’re so fucking wet. And only getting wetter by the second with my cock against your clit.” The grit to his voice was fierce as it filtered between clenched teeth.

“You’re a major league ball player. I’ve heard the stories. Who knows where your balls have been?” I gasped out. “If you want to hit a home run, you’d better suit up.” I didn’t want him to stop. He seemingly wasn’t going to stop. It was almost as if we were both hypnotized.

“That was too many sexy baseball puns. And I’m not like other players.” I shot him a look and caught his panty-melting grin. Good thing I wasn’t wearing any panties for his hot-as-fuck gaze to incinerate. “You really are something…” Jamie hummed as he finally stopped the teasing thrust of his hips. Instead, he bent down to kiss me as his hand went fishing in my bedside drawer.

“Gotta keep things interesting.” I shot back, surprised I was able to manage this much smartassness first thing in the morning without my usual jolt of coffee. Because Jamie was certainly a hell of a shock to the loins.

“I like interesting…” Shooting me a playful grin, he quickly ripped open the foil packet. I could see the shiver of delight ripple up his body as he fisted his cock and rolled the condom down his shaft. Goddammit, I wanted him again. So fucking much.

Reaching down, he coaxed my legs to bend and come back towards me a bit. Once within reach, his pointer and thumb cuffed around my ankles. From there, they found a seat of power, perched against his shoulders.

I just… whoa .

I was typically a missionary girlie. This position was a freaking unexpected wild card slot late in the season. My head was spinning. Because damn, he looked like a literal god staring down at me from the heavens. And I was his newest acquisition.

His hands wrapped around the front of my thighs like a vice, clamping them together. I felt the delicious press of his armored cock. My breath caught and shuddered to a sudden halt.

I needed it. All over again. To remind myself that last night did actually happen and we were deep into game two after a blowout performance from the home team.

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 engulf me .

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.”