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twenty-eight

Skylar

The giddiness that is unfolding through my body right now is immeasurable.

I look at the spine of each book, hoping to come across a title or name that would stand out to me.

But I’m coming across nothing that stands out.

I keep looking back at Chase to see if he has any reactions to my being closer to his book or not, but he’s stoic.

His posture is giving nothing away, but I’m not going to give until I find it, or he buckles and shows me which one is his.

“So, does anyone else know you write books? Sexy books?”

“No one, except my tax guys,” he confirms. “I write under a pen name, just so it can’t be traced back to me.”

“So now, two people know. Your tax guy and me.” I look over my shoulder. No movement, no reaction, nothing. He’s solid stone, not giving away anything.

My finger runs over more spines until I come to spines that all match one another. I confirm that they’re all the same title, then look at Chase again.

He’s still giving me nothing.

“ Late Nights With You ,” I say simply.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re,” I lean closer to read the author's name on the books in front of me, “you write under the pen name Parker James.”

“Not sure about which you speak.”

I pull one of the books out and turn the book into my hands. The cover is cute, illustrated, and colorful. I glance over at the synopsis on the back, then look at him.

“This sounds cute. And you have physical copies. I love this. Can I read this?”

“It’s just a book. I accidentally bought more than one. So, sure. Go for it,” he shrugs.

“But I’ve got a better idea than reading right now.” He steps forward and pulls the book out of my hand, tosses it on the desk, wraps his arm around my waist, and pulls me against him. His lips hover over mine, and he smiles.

“Oh, yeah? What kind of idea do you have?” I whisper in response, forgetting momentarily about the book.

“How about we head upstairs and I don’t know, have a meaningful conversation?”

“A meaningful conversation? Like how you’re a romance author?”

“Let’s create a sexy scene, make it super spicy.”

“Oh, I’m liking where this is going.”

I replace the book on the bookshelf and follow behind him upstairs, and right as we approach his bedroom, he picks me up with no effort and drapes me across his shoulder. My hands move automatically to his ass, and I swat at him before I use his ass to steady myself.

He tosses me on the bed and playfully jumps, landing on top of me dramatically. He lifts my top and finds I’m not wearing a bra. He grins and licks a path between my breasts, then covers them with his hand in his wake.

He kisses my neck as I wiggle underneath him. He lifts my legs and kisses the back on my knees, back of my thighs, then moves between my legs, where he rests and lowers his mouth to my pussy.

He licks me from side to side. Covering my center with his mouth as I pull at my breasts, watching him. I play with my nipples as his tongue darts out, flicks, and sucks in all the right places.

I press into the pillow before he pushes me up, his tongue brushing against my ass, before moving back up to my pussy.

I grab his hand that is wrapped around my thigh and bring his fingers into my mouth, sucking them, then plopping them out of my mouth.

His eyes are lit with fire and he presses those same two fingers against my clit and rubes me gently in circles while I fuck his tongue.

He moves to his back and I take his cock in my hand and lower my mouth. I pull him in, and suck in a breath while moaning. Coating his cock with my mouth, my hand moves down with my mouth following suit.

“I want my cock inside of you, so very bad.” He cranes his neck and groans.

I stroke him and move over his body, holding his cock.

I lower myself down on him. His hands move to my hips, and I lean forward with my breasts swaying in front of his face as a temptation.

I move up and down on him, and he pulls one of my nipples into his mouth and nips at it.

He moves underneath me, and we find a rhythm together.

I place my hands flat on the wall above the bed and enjoy the ride; I move on top of him, and he moves under me.

His hands grip my waist firmly as he guides my hips.

My thighs quiver as I begin to come undone.

“Don’t.” I breathe.

“Don’t what?” he grunts.

“Don’t stop. Faster,” I beg.

He sits up, wraps his arm around my middle, and flips us.

I’m on my back, with him over me, his hand holding my hip down as he pumps into me, treating my body like it was his to have his way with, like he owns me.

As he plunges in and out of me, I feel my muscles tensing while he stretches and fills me.

Like a surge of electricity, my orgasm comes hard.

The feeling of pure pleasure ripping through my body as his thrusts move wildly.

“Yes,” I say.

“Fuck yes!” he repeats, “I’m coming. I’m coming.” His mouth slants over mine as his body pushes into me and stills. The kiss intensifies as he presses against me again. And when he pulls back, his eyes are glassy and his smile lazy.

“Woman. You’re going to be the death of me.” He grins, pulling out.

The Terrors are down by one at the top of the eighth with a man on first and third, as they’re playing the first game of a series against the Texas Tornados.

I sit again by the dugout with a clear view of the antics that the team is getting into while on the bench.

Chase stands and stretches. As he turns his body, he looks my way.

He winks, then turns to his teammate beside him, who hands him his batting helmet.

He puts his gloves on and, with one last glance, he steps up onto the warning track and practices his swings as the Tornadoes pitcher slams his ball from the mound to the plate.

The first baseman swings and wiffs at the ball, striking out.

Chase taps, drops the bat to his side, and approaches the plate.

He bends and taps the plate, grabs some dirt, rubs it in his hands, then gets into his stance.

The pitcher sends a ball across the plate, but Chase doesn’t move.

Ball one.

Another ball flies across the plate, Chase swings, and the ball goes flying foul behind first base.

Chase moves back into position. His eyes are trained on the pitcher, and then the ball is flying through the air.

He shifts, swings, and the ball connects.

The crowd erupts in cheers as Chase drops his bat.

The runner on third glides across home plate, as the runner on first rounds past second to third base as he settles onto second.

The Terrors won the game by three runs less than an hour later.

I waited in the players’ parking lot with my car parked beside his.

I sat in the front seat, waiting for him.

The team erupts from the double doors, and the guys come out in pairs.

Chase bumps fists with one of the guys as they part, and Chase’s gaze rests on mine.

I’m leaning on the driver’s side door of his car with my hands in the pouch of my Terror’s hoodie.

Chase drops his bag, places his hand on my hip, and leans in, kissing my lips gently. He smells of soap and mint with his hair slicked back from his shower.

“Fancy seeing you here.”

“Thought that I would stick around to make sure that I said hi, and to give you a quick kiss before I went home to bed.”

“Alone? Quick kiss?” he asks.

“Unfortunately. I have to be up early and out the door for a day full of planning meetings.”

“So, you’re here to tease me with your tasty lips?” he jokes.

“I mean, it wouldn’t be a real relationship if there wasn’t some teasing involved, right?” I tilt my head and smile at him.

“We have another game tomorrow night. Want me to leave you tickets?”

“I can’t. I have dinner plans with my girlfriend.”

“I can leave two tickets.”

“She’s not exactly into sports. But I can see if she would be interested. She likes free things. But there’s still this book that I want to read.” She arches an eyebrow and grins.