Page 50 of Passed Ball

She's soft and warm under my fingers. I relish in the contrast as my hand slips under the hem of her skirt. Taking my time, I draw circles on her inner thigh until she relaxes into my chest, goosebumps rising on her soft skin. Having this kind of effect on her with such simple touches is powerful.

"I came to cross something off your list." With each word, my touch goes higher. "But now that I know you haven't eaten, I'm going to need you to do something for me first."

I almost feel bad when my hand stills and Vivi deflates, already so needy for me. She peers over her shoulder at me. "This feels a little like quid pro quo, and that goes against my morals."

Holding back my laughter I roll my tongue against my cheek, dropping my hand from her leg and reaching for the brown Buns & Roses bag. "Now hardly seems like the time to debate ethics and morality. Not when I'm about to make you come all over my fingers in your office."

"Fair point. What's the catch?"

"You need to eat--that part is non-negotiable. But I'll let you decide if you want dessert or the meal first." She raises her eyebrow at my audacity to demand she eat, even though I know she damn well wants to. So I smirk, adding a polite, "Please."

With a level of sass that rivals her niece, she takes the bag from where I'm holding it in front of us, giving me free rein to go back to touching her. My palm covers the skin where her skirt is still rucked up from earlier.

She peeks back at me. There's a hint of defiance in the dimple at the corner of her upturned mouth telling me she's fighting the urge to argue with me.

On cue, her stomach growls and she peels the bag open, pushing the sandwich aside to pull out the decadent-looking red velvet brownie. I get a sick sense of satisfaction watching her give in.

"Dessert first," I hum. "I like it."

She moans obscenely around the bite. "Oh--It's so good."

My cock immediately thickens in my shorts and I slide my palm up her thigh. "That's my girl. If you don't take care of yourself, I'll make it my job to do it for you and that'll take time away from the list." There's a playful edge in my voice, but I'm not joking.

I've learned enough about Vivi to know that she's the first to jump in and help others--whether it's her niece, her kids at Double Play, or even me. But I've never seen her slow down and do the same for herself.Shecalls it focus--masquerades it as a product of being independent.Icall it neglecting her own needs. Limited time or not, maybe this situationship is as much about taking care of her as a whole, not only in bed.

"Would you like some?" She twists her top half and offers the brownie to me. The change in position forces my hand further north and draws a breathy inhale from her.

"No, that's for you. I'm craving a taste of something else." When my knuckles brush the damp lace of her underwear. It takes all my willpower to move slowly, tracing two fingers over her center.

Vivi's chin drops. This time, the noise that tumbles from her mouth has nothing to do with the dessert. Her underwear sticks to her as I continue to play with her through the material.

"You're going to come all over these fingers so I can have my dessert too. This is a trade-off, after all. You get the brownie. I get you."

"Xavier." My name is barely more than an exhale. Soft, sweet and tantalizing. She says it again and again, making me exceptionally hard as I work her over.

Hearing Vivi beg for me like I'm her damn savior is better than winning the lottery. I'm the luckiest guy in the world right now. A fact that crystallizes further when her hand comes up to grip the back of my neck.

She squirms, the friction of her ass rubbing against my length. Each twitch of her hips increases the threat that I'll spill in my pants like an inexperienced teen. "Take another bite, so I can give you what you need," I croak, my throat scratchy.

"It's been seven long days since you've touched me. The teasing won't do it. I need your fingers."

Despite her demand, she plays my game, bringing the brownie to her mouth and taking another bite. My eyes flick from her lips to her throat and as soon as she swallows, I sink two fingers inside her tight channel.

"Fuck, yes. I'm so proud of you for telling me what you need."

She shudders, letting my words fuel her chase.

"More." It's whispered because of where we are, but no less urgent.

Each pump of my fingers makes her rub against me, driving us both closer. This is supposed to be about her but I'm as desperate for her release as she is. She's hot, wet, and so goddamn sexy in my lap. There's no way I'm making it out of this chair without coming all over myself.

I curl my fingers, reaching for the spot inside of her. Each stroke makes her breathing more frantic. Completely lost to her pursuit, the brownie hangs between her fingers, in danger of falling to the floor as she braces herself against me and the chair.

"You're fucking perfect, sweetheart." Saving the sweet treat from certain death I bring it to her lips and say, "You need to take care of yourself so you have enough energy for all the ways I want to fuck you." My lips brush the shell of her ear with each word.

"Shit, Xav--I'm going to--oh, Jesus. Yes." Her fingers tighten on my neck.

"Don't hold back. Give me every single drop so I can lick you off my fingers."

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