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The thought brought a smile to his lips. It might have taken about a decade, but the two of them had finally come to know one another.

Drawing in a deep breath, Avril exhaled loudly. Spinning around, she pointed out the route they’d climb to reach a higher section of the stadium. Once there, they’d head back into its guts, then take even more steps to reach the upper deck, where the private boxes loomed over the seats beneath them.

Unsurprisingly, it ended up resembling a private lounge in a high-class club. In fact, therewasa bar inside, though no one currently attended to it.

“Welcome in,” Avril said, sweeping out a hand as they stepped onto the plush carpet covering the suite’s floor. “Now, think carefully about where we’re going to fuck.”

Liam only rewarded Avril’s comment with half of a sideways glance. For now, he stayed focused on the lush room he’d been allowed into. Paraphernalia decorated the walls in force,including a case of presumably historically significant baseball bats, and historical moments were captured in the dozens of pictures hanging on the walls. Celebrating World Series wins, showing the team, the management, the owner. Even before he’d ever met the man, he knew what Rory Knight looked like, including what he looked like twenty or thirty years ago.

There was plenty of seating inside the indoor part of the suite: mahogany tables, comfortable chairs, and stools at the bar. There was a bathroom on the west side of the suite, several TVs set into the walls, and an open path to the outdoor but shaded seating, where those with Rory Knight’s favor could gather to see the entire stadium in uproar as the game played out. Thousands of fans, the players out in the field, the jumbotron, and team sponsors hanging over centerfield—all were visible from this veritable throne of the modern age.

“Well?” Avril asked, leaning against one of the tables. “Any initial thoughts?”

“You’re spoiled rotten,” he remarked, knowing that wasn’t the topic she’d been asking about.

“Please,” Avril said dismissively. “Other than the TVs, some new pictures, and the booze, this room hasn’t seen any updates in a decade. Thanks to my grandfather’s never-evolving tastes, it's practically retro in here.”

“Yeah,sobehind the times,” Liam said, rolling his eyes. “I’m already ready to leave.”

“That’d be a shame,” Avril said, voice husky.

He tried to keep his cool. Outwardly, at least. As she stared at him, waiting for him to make his “decision,” blood rushed into his groin. He walked to the glass, gazing out at the seats on the ledge outside, then gazing past them. Then,backto the glass.

He glanced over his shoulder. “Why are your clothes still on, Avril?” he asked.

Avril Knight grinned and flicked her hat toward the nearest cushioned chair. “Thank God. I was starting to get a rash from wearing this asshole’s name on my back, even if it’s covered up.”

After pushing herself away from the table, she escaped the unintentionally bad Christmas gift he’d gotten her. As soon as it came off, revealing the smooth, enticing skin beneath, Avril balled it up and threw it at him. Catching it out of the air, Liam tossed it with her hat. By the time he’d done that, Avril had already escaped her bra. Like its predecessor, she also tossed it to him. He was only half as attentive in catching it, then depositing it by his gifts, far too busy staring at her voluptuous body.

“Just to make sure, thisisn’ta really, really bad idea, right?” He glanced over toward the door, which neither of them had shut.

“It’ll be fine,” Avril said, grin widening. “I doubt you can make me moan loud enough for them to hear me down on the field.”

Grunting, Liam headed toward her. She waited for him, topless, beautiful, breasts so full and buoyant. He’d find a way to prove the latter in Fiji. For now, he focused on relieving what little pressure gravity could place upon them.

His hands started at her curvaceous hips, then rushed up her smooth, flat stomach, then hefted her heavy breasts. Indulging in their softness, he met Avril’s emerald eyes. Before she could mouth off again, he shoved his lips into hers. While they made out, Avril rushed one hand through his hair, then used it to keep him pressing hard against her.

His zeal was enough to force her to give up a bit of ground. Stepping back, Avril purred as their lips battled for dominance. His hands mixed force with skill as they kneaded her breasts, far improved compared to how he’d been when they’d first met. Avril retreated another step. Spinning them slowly, Liamdirected her toward the glass paneling separating the lounge from the viewing box.

Soon, she ran out of the room to maneuver, stuck between him and the glass. Her eyes sang with excitement as he ended their kiss, then brought three of his fingers to her lips. Without uttering a word, she opened her mouth wide. She spent the next thirty seconds sucking on them, eyes brimming with lust. Once they were suitably moistened, he sent them rushing back down her gorgeous body and to work.

“When did you get so good?” Avril whispered seductively, kissing him near his ear. “Barely need any prompting anymore.”

“Means you can spend more time moaning loudly,” he said, which caused her to giggle affectionately.

“I hope so. Make my voice haunt these halls, Liam. Show me what you can do.”

Within minutes, she was using him as a crutch, gasping pleasurably as his fingers flooded her senses. Hooking an arm over his shoulder, she pinned herself to him, kissing his neck passionately. That eventually evolved into biting and sucking, which left a small mark, which would cause Victoria to raise an eyebrow when she saw him later in the afternoon.

Cause and effect. What could be done about it?

The effect of his current cause brought the first of a long, long line of moans to Avril’s lips. Her body tensed; her breath stilted. His fingers worked deep inside of her, bringing her toward her first climax. His thumb worked gently over her clit. She was thoroughly soaked by the first time she hissed his name and shuddered against him.

“Fuck, that felt so good,” she murmured, nuzzling against his neck.

“Ready for the next part?” he asked, blood thrumming through his cock. She’d felt it a few times, aware of how hard he’d become. “What you asked me to do to you?”

“What I demanded you do to me,” Avril corrected with a grin. “Let’s get me fully naked, and then you can pick me up? Turn me around? Take me outside?”

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