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TWENTY-THREE

DANIEL

“Who did you text?”

Hannah, who’s still focused on her phone, stands at my side just outside the door that leads to the field.

As soon as it lights up with a response, she tugs the door open and saunters away. “Security. I told them a VIP wants to get on the field and asked for complete privacy. Told him to shut down the cameras for the next thirty minutes.”

I chase after her, heart racing. “They’ll really do that?”

Hannah giggles, the sound floating into the night air. “Guess we’ll find out.” She peers over her shoulder as she tugs on the zipper of her dress. “Think you can make me come before our thirty minutes is up, Playboy?”

Her voice is sexy as fuck, raspy and taunting.

I chase after her as she strides toward the field. “Oh, there’s no question whether I can. It’s a question of how many times, dream girl. And the answer is however many you want.”

She glances at the field. “An orgasm a base?”

Fuck. Dick thickening, I toss my shirt toward home plate and drop my pants. “You’re on.” When her dress falls to the green grass and she stands in nothing but a pair of nude panties, her breasts heavy, nipples pebbled, I rush her, and with my hands on the globes of her ass, pick her up. Without stopping, I run toward first base. It’s dark, but the night sky provides enough ambient light to make out most of the details of the empty stadium.

When we hit first base, I press my lips to hers and sink to the ground. The second my ass hits the base, I roll her hips over my hard cock.

“Oh god, that feels good.” Hands clutching my shoulders, she moves her pelvis to the rhythm I set. “My nipples,” she moans, straightening and pressing her chest forward.

I shake my head. “First base is kissing only, pretty girl. So ride me while I make out with you. I’m gonna make you come like this.”

Eyes lit up, she glances around the field. Yeah, she’s figured out my plan.

Cuffing her neck, I bring her mouth to mine. As I lick at her lips, devouring her needy moans, she doesn’t slow her movements. Never have I ever dreamed of fucking around on a baseball field, but already, this is one of the hottest experiences of my life. She’s already soaked her panties and through my boxers. The sensation is fucking euphoric, but I’m trying hard not to get too swept away. I refuse to come until I’m inside her and we’re at home base. When she whimpers and throws her head back, I pull her pelvis against mine with more force. Cheeks flushed, tits swollen, she babbles through her orgasm. She’s still chanting when I’m on my feet again and carrying her toward second base so I can touch her magnificent tits. The instant I’m on the ground again, I suck one perfect peak into my mouth.

She hisses out a curse. “Holy fuck. That’s—holy shit, Daniel.” My name is a long, drawn-out whine.

Feeling fucking unstoppable, I clutch her by the waist and flick her nipple with my tongue.

“Oh my god. Don’t stop. I think I can come like this.”

“Yeah, you can.” I nip at her other nipple.

She yelps, her head falling back. “I swear pregnancy is worth it just for the way my tits feel right now.”

I love her like this. Uninhibited. Taking what she wants. Chasing her orgasm. Fuck, her attitude alone is enough to have me dangerously close to embarrassing myself again. Forget how gorgeous she looks while she does it.

She rolls her hips again, her knees coated in the orange dust from the baseline.

“Look at you getting dirty, chasing your orgasm.” I flick one nipple with my tongue while pinching the other one. “Work for it, baby. Ride me and let me lick it up when we get to third base.”

Back bowed, she cries out, and as she goes over the edge, I alternate between her nipples, lapping and sucking and nipping, relishing the way her legs shake. When she drops her head to my chest, heaving breaths in and out, I jump up and run.

At third base, I lay her down in the dirt and get on my knees for her, pulling her panties off and throwing them toward the outfield.

She lets her thighs fall open and watches me, waiting. “Please, Daniel. Please suck my clit right now.”

I don’t make her wait for my mouth. She’s glistening, and I’m hungry. With my hands beneath her ass, I pull her closer and lap at her sweet pussy. “Fuck, you taste good.”

She bucks her hips, chasing the pressure, so I use one hand to roll her clit while the other holds her up. “Oh god,” she whimpers. “You are a fucking god with that tongue.”

Pride swells inside me. I love getting this woman off. I live to bring her pleasure.

As her pussy begins to flutter, I spear her with two fingers, giving her something to grip while she rides out her third orgasm of the night. “That’s it, baby. Come all over my fingers.” Good fucking god. My cock pulses, my every muscle coiling tight. This woman will be the death of me. “Make a mess. Fuck, you’re the hottest woman I’ve ever met.”

She convulses around my fingers, arching her body back.

This time I don’t rush to the next base. I’m too busy licking her clean. I want every delicious drop.

“Oh god, it’s too sensitive.” She fists my hair and tugs.

Damn, I like that. When I don’t stop licking, she pulls harder. Fuck, the move brings with it the best kind of pain.

“I need you to fuck me,” she begs.

I press a kiss to her clit and then her pubic bone, then meet her eye. The sight of the desire on her gorgeous face almost bowls me over. “Only because you asked so nicely.”

As I carry her to home plate, she wraps her arms around my neck and nuzzles into me. We’re both covered in the orange dust, but I couldn’t give a fuck. With one hand on her ass to keep her in place, I slide my boxers off and kick them out of the way. Then, without preamble, I slam into her.

“Holy shit, Daniel,” she pants, clinging to my neck. “You don’t want to sit?”

Head shaking, I tighten my hold on her ass. “You did enough work. I’m going to bounce you on my dick until you come, and then I’m going to fill you up.”

“God, yes.” She spasms around me, and stars dance in my vision. “I love that you can come inside me. It feels so fucking good.”

“You have no goddamn idea,” I grit out. I love fucking this woman. Love the way her hot, tight pussy squeezes me every time I slide inside her. “Fuck, Han. I’m not going to last. I almost came eating you.”

She chuckles, causing those spasms to intensify. “We’ll work on making you last next time. I want you to come, Daniel. Come right now.”

No way am I coming until I get her off one more time. I lower her to her back with an apology for how filthy she’ll be after this. Then, on my knees, I grip one of her ankles up on my shoulder and slide home again. It’s the most intense, incredible torture. Spine tingling, balls tightening, teeth gritted, I rub her clit in rhythmic circles as I roll my hips slowly so she feels my piercing with every thrust.

“Oh god. Yes, right there.”

She cries out, and my world comes apart. With a low groan, I unload inside her, pulse after pulse. My vision is only just returning when a light on the far side of the field turns on. Then another.

“Holy shit.” Hannah drapes her arms over her torso, trying to cover herself.

I yank her to her feet and grab her dress. Thank fuck we made it back to where we began. Then I pick her up and dart for the door, snagging clothes from the ground as I go. We’ve just pulled the door open when a deep voice bellows, “Security.”

Safely on the other side, once again out of breath, I sort through the clothes I picked up. I’ve got shorts and her dress. That’s it. “Fuck, we definitely left stuff on the field.”

Hannah is covered in a light dusting of dirt. Her hair is a complete mess, her lips swollen and mascara smudged, but she’s laughing so damn hard. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen such pure happiness.

“Holy shit, we almost got caught having sex at my work.” She covers her mouth, doubling over with laughter.

“So much for texting the security guards,” I mumble as I push her toward the locker room across the hall.

Hannah disappears, her hips swaying as she goes, like she doesn’t have a single worry in the world. When she returns, she holds a towel out to me. “Clean off the dust. Don’t want them to see us on a camera in the concourse and figure out that the panties and shirt they find are from us.”

A scoff escapes me. “Hannah, I don’t have a shirt. If they see us on the cameras, they’re going to know we were the ones out there.”

She shakes her head. “Give me a little credit, Hall. I’m good at my job.”

And I’ll hand it to her. She pulls me into the locker room and procures a Revs shirt. Then she leads me down a hall where she assures me there are no cameras. We slip through a secret door that leads to the tunnels beneath all the Langfield facilities. We pass by Ground Zero quickly. Though there’s no game tonight, low music rumbles from behind the closed door, which means there are at least a few players there. When we finally hit the arena, relief washes over me. I could move through this space with my eyes closed, and if we stay in the tunnels, we can make it to the players’ parking garage without being seen.

By the time we step out into the warm night air again, we’re grinning at one another.

“Think you’ll be hearing from security?” I ask as I walk her back to her apartment.

She shrugs. “I’ll figure it out if I do. I’m good at thinking on my feet.”

I wrap my arm around her waist, keeping her close. “On your knees, on your back, on your feet.” I kiss her head. “You’re good at everything, dream girl.”

She throws her head back, laughing. “Right back at you, Playboy.”

Outside her building, she pulls me to a stop. “Can I ask you something?”

I nod, lost in the depths of her beautiful blue eyes.

“The tequila bottles, the restaurant—” Her brow creases. “Why were you trying so hard?”

With a sigh, I stroke her cheek. “I want you to like me.”

Her face lights up in amusement. “I like you enough, Daniel.”

I push in closer. “I want you to like me more than that.”

Lip caught between her teeth, she studies me. “Why?”

“Because I really like you.” I angle in close and brush my lips against hers. Instantly, need consumes me again. It always does when I’m this close to her. Fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, I pull her mouth to mine, inhaling her.

I want her to more than like me. I want her to crave me the way I crave her. Maybe I’m doing this wrong. Maybe I should be holding back and playing some type of game to keep her interested, but I can’t find it in me to do that. I want her to want me. Not because she’s having my baby. Not just because our sexual chemistry is out of this world. Those are only the tip of the iceberg when it comes to our potential.

That thought has me pulling back. I need more from this woman, and if I keep kissing her, she’ll think I only want one thing. “When can I see you again?”

She whimpers, chasing my lips, but I grasp her arms and hold her in place.

“You can come up,” she says, motioning to the door.

I shake my head. “Not tonight. I want to take you out again. I need a redo.”

She giggles. “Personally, I thought this was an epic date. Not sure you can top it.”

Forehead pressed to hers, I squeeze her arms. “Let me try.”

“I’ll be in town again next week.”

“Next week it is.” Straightening, I hug her tight. Then, with a final kiss to her forehead, I say good night.

I’m not sure anything I did tonight got me farther in my quest to win Hannah’s heart, but I’ll figure it out one date at a time.