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He’s got a firm hold on my arm as he growls, “Come with me.”

We walk into the bathroom and stand in front of the mirror, him behind me, his front to my back.

“Look at yourself. What do you see?”

“A woman who didn’t sleep last night.” I’ve got bags under my eyes and my curly hair is extra unruly this morning. I didn’t fully remove my makeup, so I’ve got the whole raccoon thing working for me too.

“Wrong. Try again.”

“Quincy, we’ve already played this little game. Several years ago.”

“Apparently you didn’t learn last time. Let’s play again. What do you see?”

“A woman who needs to lose baby weight plus another forty pounds.”

He makes a buzzer noise. “Ehhh. Wrong. You’re going to learn just how sexy and beautiful you are.”

He once again rips my T-shirt straight down the middle, leaving me in my panties.

“Stop ripping my shirts.” I try to reach for something to cover me, but he pins my wrists behind my back with one of his giant hands. I’m completely exposed.

With his other hand, he grabs my chin to make sure I’m looking into the mirror. “This is the most beautiful face in the world. I see it in every single fantasy I have.” He thrusts his hard dick into my behind. “It causes me to wake up with this every morning of my life because I dream of being back inside you. Every. Damn. Morning. The simple thought of your wet pussy sliding over me drives my dick crazy.”

He drops his fingers down from my chin and cups one of my breasts. “These cause him to leak. They’re so soft and full, with perfect nipples I miss sucking.” He pinches my nipple.

As if on cue, those nipples immediately harden at his touch and his words.

His hand moves over my flabby stomach. I cringe.

“You housed our angel daughter here. You took care of her when I was nowhere to be found.”

I mumble, “She’s no angel.”

He chuckles. “You’re both my angels.”

His hands move down to my thighs. “And these—"

“What could you possibly have to say that’s positive about my thighs?”

“They represent strength. These are the reason you’re the best pitcher in the world. The reason your teams win championships over and over again. The reason you and Arizona will eventually be Olympic champions. These will one day be gold medal-winning thighs, and I love nothing more than grabbing onto them while I pound deep inside your body. One day in the future, I’m going to fuck you while you wear nothing but that gold medal.”

He turns me around and pushes me until I’m sitting on the vanity, positioning himself between my legs.

Our bare chests meet and his dick presses against my center. They’re separated only by the thin layers of my panties and his boxers. I can feel every hard inch of him.

He leans over and whispers in my ear. “There’s a reason you’re the only woman who has ever truly done it for me.” He pushes his dick hard to my center. “I never want to hear you doubt it again. Are we clear?”

I’m so turned on right now that I can only nod. I don’t have to look down to know that my body is flushing at his words and actions.

He kisses down my neck, knowing what I’m thinking. “Not yet, but soon.” He then kisses my forehead and walks out of the bathroom, leaving me a wet, panting, exposed mess.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

ONE MONTH LATER

RIPLEY

“Great practice, ladies. No one works harder than the Anacondas.” Coach Billie places her hand in the middle of our circle, and we all follow suit. “Hard anacondas on three. One, two, three!”

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