Page 81 of Hitting the Gap

“When I packed the salts, I just assumed some of those hotels had great baths.”

“Yeah, they do, I never take one.” There was no way he was letting his teammates know how much he loved a good bubble bath. He’d never hear the end of it. Soaking in the tub with a woman the guys would understand, but enjoying a good soak by yourself, the more bubbles the better, probably not. Although if the fuckers actually tried it, they’d probably like it. A steamy bubble bath after a game felt a hell of a lot nicer than the ice baths the team trainers often had them do. Even if the ice was better for him.

“You gonna have a bath with me?” he asked.

“Kind of hard to do when I’m here and you’re all the way across the country.” Bailey’s cheeks turned red and she looked away from the screen.

“Why you blushing, Bay?”

“Nothing.” She batted her eyes at him innocently.

“You’re a terrible liar. What’d you do?”

“I might have watched the game from your tub.”

“You watched me play while lying naked in my tub?” His dick fired to attention.

“I did.” She licked her lips. “Might be my new favorite way to watch you play.”

“Please tell me you touched yourself while in there.”

“Maybe.” She smiled coyly.

“Fuck.” He stuck his hands down the front of his pants and shifted his hard cock before it got strangled by his boxers. “You want to crawl in there and do it again while I watch?”

Bailey giggled. “Nope, sorry, I’m all good.”

“Come on, you can handle more than one little orgasm in an evening.”

“Who said it was one little orgasm?”

“Greedy girl, you had more than one?” His cock pulsed.

“There are a lot of innings in a ballgame, Gonzo.”

His dick was like a fucking sledgehammer it was so hard. “Please tell me you used your toys.”

“Of course I did.” Her teeth dug into her bottom lip as they looked at each other through the screen.

What a difference a couple of weeks made. He couldn’t imagine the woman who’d shown up in San Diego a couple of months ago being confident enough in her body to tease him about masturbating. Hell, she’d practically melted into the floor out of embarrassment when he’d found her vibrator. The change in Bailey was sexy as fuck.

“You sure you don’t want to show me?”

She blushed again. “I’m not masturbating via Facetime, Gonzo. I’d feel like I was making a porno.”

“A porno?” he teased.

“Shut up,” she giggled, like she was embarrassed. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I do. Would it feel the same to do it in person?”

Bailey chewed on her bottom lip. “I don’t know.”

The look on her face said she wasn’t opposed to the idea which was progress. “I think it’d be fucking hot to see you playing with your toys in front of me.”

“You do?”

“Fuck yeah.”

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