Page 42 of Honey Pot

“They’re all at practice for another two hours.” His head lolled to the side and his eyes raked up my legs as his tongue darted out over his bottom lip.

I crossed my legs to quell the soft pulse that tickled at my core from his gaze.

“Mr. Cody,” I said, trying to control the situation. “This is a professional setting, please behave.”

“Mr. Cody is my Dad,” he quipped lightly.

“Answer the question,” I responded.

“If I answer the question, can I kiss you?” He said, eyes flickering up from my legs to meet my eyes.

“No,” I said coldly. I’d have to cut that out later.

“I got into baseball because I had nothing else,” he said flatly. “No friends, no interests. I was bored and getting into trouble. Dad gave me an ultimatum when I graduated: school and baseball, or I could leave. So I joined the team at an entry level, but you already know that.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “It wasn’t a shock that I was good. Really good. I’m one of the top-ranked shortstops in the entire league.” His voice was low and tight, darker than I had ever heard from him.

“That was before you ruined your shoulder,” I baited him.

“That was anaccident. I never meant for Arlo to be in that car, and if the reporter in you wants the sob story of the nepo-baby baseball star, you’re gonna have to do your research because I’m not giving it to you for free,” he snapped, but the playfulness still danced behind his eyes. “I’m done talking about me.”

“This interview is aboutyou, Cael,” I reminded him.

“This interview is done.” He clicked his teeth together and slid from the couch to his knees. “I’mbored.”

“Cael.” I swallowed tightly. “Thecamera.”

“Leave it on.” He leaned over, moving the remote out of my reach, and lowered his voice to a whisper, “forresearch.”

“This isn’t a game,” I warned him. In a pathetic attempt to stop him, I put my hand up and pointed at him. “Cael.” His name left my lips as a growl.

“This is how you like me, isn’t it? On my knees, or did that change?”

He tugged off the sweaty shirt and chucked it away from him. His muscles were still flushed from his run, and beads of sweat clung to his tan skin as he walked himself across the carpet on his knees toward me. My traitorous pussy clenched at the sight of him.

Some things never change.

“That’s what I thought,” Cael laughed. “You’ll always be my girl.”

His confidence was infectious, and it drove me mad.

The closer he got, the harder it was to breathe, and when his hands slipped over my knees, pulling them apart so he could slink between them, I forgot what air was altogether.

“Presumptuous,” I huffed as his fingers trailed further up my thighs and looped into the elastic band of my tights.

“You can try to hide it, Plum.” He kissed a line down my bare skin as he pulled each leg down, nipping at my calf. “But I canfeelhow much you miss me every time our skin touches.”

I couldn’t fake the reaction I had to his touch, no matter how much I tried. He left a scorching trail in his wake as he worked his way back to my core.

“And if we get caught?” I lifted his chin so he’d look at me and was met with a raging fire behind those ocean-blue eyes.

“Even better,” he hummed and dropped his chin. Using his tongue to catch my fingers, he sucked them into his mouth and bit down just enough to hurt.

I practically melted into the couch from his words, and the sensation of his lips wrapped around my fingers as his other hand tickled a path toward my underwear. I couldn’t stop my muscles as they contracted around his shoulders. Laughter dripped from his lips as he let my fingers go and sunk back between my legs.

“You’re always so wet,” Cael whispered, blowing cool air over my cunt. “Isit always for me?”

Blue eyes flickered to meet mine and I nodded.

“Good girl,” he praised and slid the soaked underwear to the side.

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