Page 70 of Drunk on You

“A baseball game,” I say as Ana and I lie on the couch, both of us sweaty and the room smelling like straight-up sex. Before her, I never would’ve had sex in my office, but with her, I lose all common sense.

“Lame,” she says, throwing my answer back at me.

“No, it’s not.” I shift so she’s draped over me and I can look at her. “Have you ever been?”

“No,” she says in a way that sounds like I offended her.

“Then, you can’t judge. There’s a reason why it’s America’s favorite pastime. It’s family friendly. There’re tons of food, drinks, and memorabilia with the best entertainment.”

When she gives a look that says she’s not buying what I’m selling, I come up with an idea.

“How about this? I’ll take you to a baseball game, and if you still think it’s lame afterward, we’ll go with one of your ideas.”

“Deal.”

chapter twenty-seven

ANASTASIA

“Oh my God, it’s so hot.” I try to fan my face with the stupid foam finger Julian bought me when we arrived at the baseball stadium, but with the humidity, all I’m doing is fanning more hot air into my face.

When we first arrived, I was starving, so I focused on eating my hot dog—which was surprisingly delicious—and drinking my beer. Now that I’m full, the sun glaring down on us is what has my attention.

“We probably should’ve gone to a night game,” Julian mentions, glancing around. “Follow me.”

He stands and takes my hand in his, and I willingly go with him, hoping we’re leaving.

I seriously don’t know what he was thinking, suggesting a baseball game as a corporate event. Maybe if he wants to punish the employees, this is the way to go.

Instead of heading toward the Exit sign, Julian ascends the stairs until we’re under an overhang, and then he walks us halfway across the stadium to a fully shaded area that’s up against the wall. It’s a bit hard to see from up here, but at least I’m not melting.

“There’s, like, nobody here,” I point out once we’re seated and watching the game. “How do they even bring in any money?”

Julian chuckles. “They play a hundred sixty-two games. People watch them on TV, and the broadcasting rights make them money. Plus, the sponsorships and merch.”

“A hundred sixty-two games?” I gasp. “Those poor guys.”

I can barely sit through one game. I can’t imagine having to play damn near two hundred.

“It’s just because you don’t understand the game,” Julian says.

He goes into explaining the positions and who the players are. He knows so much about sports, and despite my not giving a crap about the sport or what’s going on, it’s cute to listen to how excited he gets when he tells me how he met the team once and got several of their autographs.

Instead of paying attention to the boring game, I find myself watching my husband. Holy shit, I’m married. It’s still crazy to believe that we went from being fake engaged to getting married.

But I meant what I told him. I don’t regret it. Every day, I fall harder for Julian. His work ethic, his patience. He’s such a good man. He’s easy to talk to and sweet. And then there’s the chemistry between us.

The harder I fall, the more I want him. The past week, I’ve been so damn horny that I have to wonder how I went so long without having sex on the regular. But maybe it’s because even though I preferred the random hookups without any strings attached, getting to know Julian is a lot of why I want him the way I do.

And it’s not just the sex. As we sit here and he talks about something he loves, I realize I could listen to him for hours. I don’t care about baseball in the slightest, but I love listening to Julian talk.

He says something and glances at me with a smile, and I find myself smiling back. That’s what he does to me—makes me forget that anybody but us exists. The entire world around us could be burning to the ground, and my focus would only be on him.

He leans down and presses his lips to mine in what is supposed to be a quick kiss. Only I’m craving more, so when he goes to pull back, I slide my tongue into his mouth, not wanting the kiss to end. He tastes like the perfect mixture of sweet and bitter from having just taken a sip of his beer, and I suck on his tongue, wanting more.

We kiss for several minutes, our tongues stroking and teasing one another. And when kissing him isn’t enough to satisfy my need for him, I climb into his lap, deepening our connection.

I’m wearing a floral sundress that’s tight on the top and flares loosely on the bottom with a pair of lace panties underneath, so when I settle into Julian’s lap, there’s only a thin piece of material stopping me from completely feeling his hard length.

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