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Whisper-soft kisses tickled my cheek pulled me back from wherever my brain had yeeted itself to. Heat rose to my cheeks as Jamie’s gaze found mine. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d have this post-coitus visual of the most handsome man on the planet completely blitzed out of his mind after an orgasmIgave him.

“Wow.”

The same exact word came out of both our mouths at the same time. We both only held it together for half a second we broke out in laughter. Well, I guess that settled that. At least it was a mutual feeling for…whateverthis was.

Mid-laugh, Jamie snuck in a quick but heated kiss as he slipped out of me. My body let out a whimper against his mouth. I wasn’t ready to be separated from the man, but condoms threw a wrench in the potential for sensual cuddles afterward.

Wait. Shit. Was Jamie even a cuddler? We went about this all backward.

My heart raced watching him pull away to deal with the condom. He was just as pretty from the back as he was from the front. A specimen like that should be admired from all angles.

Part of me was terrified that this was it. He got what he wanted and was now headed out. Anxietyrose like the bile in the back of my throat.Cadence, calm the fuck down. You wanted this chance and didn’t care about what happened afterward.

Right.

However, what happened afterward was not even in the wheelhouse of what I expected. Jamie reappeared from my bathroom with a satisfied confident grin on his face. He dove back into my bed, stopping for a kiss before pulling me against him. Rolling us both over, I felt like a ragdoll in the crook of his arm as he tugged up the sheets. His bicep curled around me as I settled against him with my cheek on his collarbone.

My body was tense for a hot second as I tried to take it all in. Letting out a slow breath, I relaxed against him as his fingers lazily stroked up and down my arm. This was bliss. Utter bliss. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, Jamie Rheems just made me fall even harder for him.

I Did Something Bad

TAYLOR SWIFT

Ihad to have been dreaming.

For fucking certain, I was dreaming.

Because this wasn’t my actual real life that I currently existed in. That’s all I could think about as I stared at professional baseball catcher Jamie Rheems, the biggest crush of my entire adult life, sipping coffee, in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, as he looked out my patio door into the early morning.

It was like every impossibly delicious wet dream I’d ever had about the man.

Except it wasn’t a dream.

I leaned against the doorway of the kitchen, admiring how the lingering beads of water sparkled from the sun along his sculpted skin. The man was literally a god. A god in a baseball uniform. Er, well, my bathroom towel at the moment.

If only my 14-year-old self could see me now. I was ready to burn my cringe-filled teenage diaries of all the lame-ass shit I complained about with boys. I wanted to thank that naive young woman and give her a high five for manifesting this.

“Morning.” Jamie looked over at me with a smile that could coax even the most extinct volcano backinto erupting. My brain short-circuited. He was…happyto see me? He didn’t think last night was a mistake?

When I woke up this morning and saw that the bed was empty, I assumed he left. A major league player who got his kicks, ready to bed his next willing fan. I was already calculating how long it would take to get a ride share to pick me up and make it to work on time since my car was still there.

A flicker of hope reawakened within me when I heard the clatter of a coffee mug in the kitchen. I managed to tip-toe into the kitchen for a peek, dressed in nothing but my short silk robe. It was the easiest thing to throw on in a hurry.

With the way Jamie slowly stalked over to me as his eyes scanned me up and down, I knew I had made an excellent choice. I felt like a rabbit as it stared down a hungry wolf. The coffee cup in his hand tinked against the counter as he set it down. That was the only signal of warning I had before he grabbed hold of me, caressing a lingering kiss against my mouth.

“Morning…” I breathed out in reply as he pulled away. His smile was reminiscent of a cat who had cream for its supper. He was content. Happy. A side of Jamie that was exceedingly rare to see.

“I hope you don’t mind that I helped myself. I didn’t want to wake you.” Kisses interspersed with his words as his touch possessively lingered on the jut of my hips.

This was heaven. It had to be. I must have died in some sort of horrifically awful fashion on the way home last night to get to this point.

“You can honestly help yourself to anything.”Holy fuck was that an actual uninhibited flirtation out of my damn mouth?I was the most awkward flirt on the planet. Maybe it was Jamie’s sultry look of delight with each of my flirtations that was somehow training me to be more off the cuff.

“Is that so?” A brow cocked on his forehead as his cerulean eyes dipped to the gaping V of my robe. In my haste, I didn’t tie it all that well. “Because I haven’t had breakfast yet. And I was in the mood for somethingsweet.”

My mouth dropped open to retort, but Jamie silenced me as he lifted me with effortless ease and plopped me on the edge of the kitchen counter. My brain hadn’t even fully registered what was happening before Jamie was on his knees, coaxing my thighs apart. The darkened gaze he shot me as he leisurely kissed his way up my inner thigh made my blood come to an immediate roiling boil.

All I could do was grip the edge of the counter before the entire breadth of his tongue dragged straight up my slit. He was doing his best to devour his breakfast in the most delicious slow and methodical fashion.

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