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Parker and I squeeze each other’s cocks, triggering our orgasms. We come all over each other. My mouth crashes against him and I swallow his deep groans.

I don’t know if this is love or just animal attraction, but it demands to be felt. And so, I’ll let it. As scary as it is, I don’t think I can stop. And it gets me my happily ever after, then I need to let go of the fear, take a leap and surrender.

Haruko is late to her softball game.

She’s never late.

Fuck.

I take off my baseball cap to run my fingers through my hair before putting it back on with a sigh.

Did we scare her? Push her too far?

Thoughts swirl in my head, mostly negative ones about what we did wrong. I can’t imagine what was going through her head after we parted ways that night. It’s not every day where you end up going to a sex club with your bosses and end up getting super intimate with each other.

Maybe we overwhelmed her, and she’s embarrassed or something.

The women warm up, getting ready for the game starting in a couple of minutes. As one woman, Marsha, passes me by, I get her attention.

“Yes, coach?” Marsha is a short red head who Haruko talks to a lot. I’m not sure if they’re friends in their lives outside the game, but maybe she knows where Haruko is.

“Do you know where Haruko is?” I ask, trying to sound casual and not nervous.

“Uh, not really. I haven’t heard from her. But I can text her if you want.”

“Yes. That would be nice. Just so I know if she’s coming or not.”

Marsha grins. “Sure thing, coach.”

She runs to her bag and pulls out her phone, sending Haruko a quick text. She’s about to put her phone in her bag when she gets a text. I see her typing before putting her phone away and she runs to me.

“Hey coach. Yeah, she’s stuck in traffic, but she says she’s close.”

I nod. “Thanks, Marsha.”

My shoulders loosen knowing she’s coming. Doesn’t mean she didn’t freak out, but at least she’’ll be here. That way we can talk and maybe she can calm the worries that I’m having.

I just want to make sure she’s okay.

About five minutes later, Haruko pulls up in her grey Hyundai Tucson and steps out in her uniform, messy hair out of the usual ponytail and her bag halfway slung over her shoulder.

When she gets around the fence and sees me, she stops in her tracks. We’re both frozen until Haruko smiles and I feel my heart sing.

Fuck, this woman has seriously got to me. I don’t know how I can go back after that night. Hell, I feel like the moment I met her was a slow walk to where we are now, where I want her more than I’ve wanted anything.

“Sorry I’m late, coach,” she says and walks past me. “Traffic was terrible.”

She puts her bag down where the rest of the women put theirs, puts her hair in a ponytail and slides it through the hole in her baseball cap.

“Ready,” she says as she jogs past me to the rest of the team, who start lining up. The other team is ready, so I shake my head and get back into it. We can talk later.

I clap my hands together and shout. “Alright. Let’s get started.”

We’re in the last inning before the game is over and Mei steps up to the plate. Haruko is on first base and Karla is on third. The rest of the women cheer her on. Mei is the latest member of the team. Her sister used to be on the team, but she graduated college and moved to New York, so her sister took over. She’s shyer than her sister. I can feel her confidence rise every time her team cheers her on.

“You can do this, Mei!” Aya yells.

“Go Mei!” Bailey shouts.

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