Page 113 of Payoff Pitch

He reaches around my body and shoves my wet panties into my mouth. I’ve never done that before. I can both taste and smell my arousal. So hot.

I feel him drop to his knees. He spreads apart my ass cheeks and licks through me. I gasp at the unexpected and never-before-experienced move.

His thumb then teases my back entrance. “Has anyone been here before?”

The truth is no. I lied to Kam about it a while ago. She was all over me about how great anal sex is, so one day I told her what she wanted to hear. I felt bad lying, but she was relentless, and I couldn’t take it anymore.

I won’t lie to him though. “No, Daddy. I’ve saved it for you like a good girl.”

He lets out a loud grumble from deep in his chest. I guess he liked that.

He applies open-mouth kisses to both my ass cheeks a few times before his tongue again finds my back entrance. I can feel a mixture of his saliva and my juices dripping down my inner thighs.

Suddenly I feel his finger prodding my back entrance before he slips it in an inch or two. I suck in a breath at the new and unexpectedly pleasurable sensation.

“What do we have in here, Ms. Hart?”

He pushes further, and the backs of my legs start to tingle. I collapse my front onto the table causing the piles of poker chips to fall and scatter. Holy heck, this is good.

I let out a loud moan. I don’t recognize my own voice when I rasp out, “Deeper.”

He sinks in to the knuckle. I can feel my clit throbbing from it. Pulsing. If he touches it—

Before I can finish the thought, the fingers of his other hand begin rubbing my clit as his finger in my back entrance begins thrusting in and out of me. The dual sensation is blowing my mind. Damn, I hate when Kam is right.

I’m gripping the far side of the card table as he expertly works me over. My vision begins to darken, illuminated only by the starry lights beginning to take form. I yell out so freaking loud into my orgasm that I start to feel light-headed like I might pass out. And then darkness overtakes me.

“Bailey! Sweetheart. Are you okay?”

I blink my eyes open and find him sitting in a chair with me cradled in his lap. I whisper, “What happened?”

He smiles. “You blacked out from your orgasm.”

My mouth forms an O. “I didn’t know that was a real thing. It felt so ducking good I couldn’t see straight. I lost consciousness. Holy shitake.”

He chuckles. “Best day of my life. I’ve never made a woman black out before. I want to do a happy dance right now, but my cock is about to explode from how fucking hot that was.” He gives me a huge smile. “I’ll forever replay that when I’m sitting here with my friends at this poker table, with them blissfully unaware, bragging to me how good they are in bed.”

I wiggle my ass over his cock and he lets out a groan. I can’t help but run my fingers through his sexy beard. “How about I take care of Daddy?”

His face twitches, as does his cock.

I slip down to my knees between his legs and do just that.

Reagan Daulton summonedme to her office. I told her I have plans this afternoon, but I could come by in the morning. I didn’t bother to tell her that my plans include jumping out of an airplane strapped to Tanner’s chest with my life in his hands.

I head downtown to Daulton Holdings. Even though she has offices in both the Anacondas and Cougars’ stadiums, this is her main office. It’s in an enormous skyscraper. Her company occupies every single floor. I know she’s the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world, but I don’t think I appreciated just how big it was until I walked into the building and saw how many people work for her. It must be in the thousands.

The security man at the front desk tells me which floor to go to and that I should ask for Sheila, Reagan’s assistant. I ride the elevator and eventually find my way to an adorable middle-aged woman in trendy eyeglasses. She smiles at me. “You must beBailey. She said for you to go in when you arrived. She’s in a meeting but is fine with you interrupting.”

I knock on the door and walk into what must be the biggest, nicest, executive office in creation. It’s got a huge marble desk, a full bar, an area that looks like it’s for a toddler, and a full living room complete with sofas, chairs, and a television. She’s seated there with two attractive blonde women with a bunch of files spread on the coffee table. All three are in very fashionable business suits. I suddenly feel underdressed in jeans and a sweater.

She smiles when she notices me. “Bailey. Thanks for coming.” She points to the blonde with green eyes and says, “This is my sister, Skylar.”

Oh, I see the resemblance.

Skylar holds out her hand. “Nice to meet you, Bailey. Congratulations on all your success this past season. I’m hoping to bring my kids out to more games this year.”

I smile in return. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you too.”

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