Page 78 of Double Play

I giggle. “Is that in your condo association bylaws?”

“Yep.”

“I need to see them to verify. I’m a rule follower, so I need to be sure.”

“I’ll have my lawyer send you a copy tomorrow. In the meantime, you’ll have to trust me.”

“Hmm. Okay, I guess I’ll have to trust you.” I run my tongue along his upper lip. “But one small change. You fucked me last night. Tonight, I fuck you.”

His eyes flutter and he thrusts his cock forward. “Oh shit, we need to get out of here before I take you right here.”

I reach into my pocket and pull out my panties. “I’m way ahead of you, superstar. I haven’t been wearing any panties since the game.”

I’ve been waiting for the right time to tease him with this.

I run them under his nose, and he inhales deeply. “Fuuuck.” He slides out his tongue and licks through them.

I’m about to throw caution to the wind and let him take me here when we hear a noise around the corner of the building. Both our heads snap in that direction.

We then hear the sounds of a car pulling up to the curb. We turn to see the Uber stopping in front of us. Placing my feet onthe ground, he grabs my hand, and we quickly make our way to the waiting car.

As soon as we slide in and close the door, he grabs for my face to kiss me. The Uber driver smacks the seat in front of us. “None of that in here!”

Layton immediately pulls away from me. I look at him in amused surprise. “What happened toI don’t care?” I say with a mock deep voice.

“I take Ubers everywhere. I can’t risk having him trash my rating. I’m a four-point-nine. I take that shit seriously.”

I burst out in laughter. “You don’t care if people film us getting it on in Screwballs, but your Uber rating takes priority above all?”

He smiles, realizing how ridiculous this is, but remains steadfast. “Yes! One bad rating and no one will pick me up.” He turns his head toward the driver. “Cal, isn’t that true?”

The driver, whose name I guess is Cal, nods. He’s a large man, likely in his sixties, with thinning gray hair. “Yes, sir, Mr. Lancaster. Hanky panky in an Uber is the second worst thing you can do to your rating.”

I lean my head forward so he can hear me. “What’s the worst, Cal?”

“Puking in the Uber. Not only does that kill your rating, but we all have a group chat. If you puke in an Uber, no one will ever pick you up at night again.”

Layton looks amused. “I always suspected that there’s a secret Uber driver chat where they discuss clients.”

I start giggling uncontrollably. This is insane.

Cal eyes me skeptically from the rearview mirror. “Umm, how much have you had to drink, ma’am?”

“Half a beer, Cal.” I sarcastically add, “I think I’ll make it home before running to stick my head into a toilet.”

I see him smile. “Thank you, ma’am.”

Cal clearly recognizes Layton, and they begin chatting about baseball.

I’m wildly amused with what’s gone on in this Uber, so I decide to have a little fun with Layton. I discreetly unbutton and unzip my jeans.

I see his eyes move that way and then widen. He subtly shakes his head.

I slump down a bit to make sure Cal can’t see me before sliding my fingers into the front of my pants. Layton’s breath catches.

Silently laughing, I toss my panties his way. He immediately balls them in his fist and brings them to his nose, sucking it in like a man who can’t breathe and they are his oxygen mask.

His reaction to my scent never fails to deepen the throb between my legs.

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