Page 47 of Nailed at Home Plate

“Jeez Jamie, you must have really gotten into those dance moves last night at the game. Cadence must finally be rubbing off on you.” The words filtered in through my open office door and I glanced up with a dry swallow. “You’re hella tense, old man.”

The trainer’s words were truer than he could ever realize. Considering that last night Jamie was the first man ever to make me squirt, I certainlydidrub off on him, all over his gorgeous face. He gave me the kind of oral that had me speaking in foreign tongues. Languages I didn’t even know. I was surprised my neighbors hadn’t called a priest to exorcise the demons from my apartment.

My eyeballs still had trouble settling into their proper forward-facing position in their sockets after the man rocked my world multiple times last night. The fact that the man shot cum all over my face, without me having my hands or mouth on him at the time, unlocked a shiny, brand-new kink for me.

The sexiest man on the planet had beenface-firstin my cunt andclimaxedbecause of theorgasm thathe gave me. Jeezus fucking All-Star game, Batman.After last night, Jamie Rheems had officially ruined all other men for me.

I froze as Jamie’s eyes caught mine from across the training room. Thank fuck I was in my office. If anyone happened to look in my direction, they would have seen my cheeks erupting in red-hot flames of embarrassment. The man gave me a hell of a confident smirk from the trainer’s bench.

He wasn’t sore because of the game last night. I mean, maybe it started there. But it wasdefinitelyfrom the three different sex positions he twisted me into last night. Okay, technically two. I was at fault for the first round.

As mortified as I was, the man should be proud of himself. He was the reason I was walking so bow-legged today. Everything that happened last night had been well overdue for my downstairs. I shouldn’t be ruminating on our liaisons last night as much as I was. Especially at work.

This was literally the worst.

…or was it the best?

Things still remained to be seen.

Even if he was the man of my literal dreams, we were colleagues. Coworkers. I was pretty sure that this wasn’t at all kosher. To say that I was a little hesitant about this whole unexpected turn of events was the understatement of the year.

But damn that man couldfuck.

It was difficult to concentrate on anything in my office when Jamie was being stretched out by one of the team's physical therapists. No wonder he had me bent like a Philly soft pretzel for most of last night. He probably got a few of those ideas from therapy.

My eyes strayed to the clock at the corner of my work computer. Time was ticking by at a glacial pace. I needed to get out of here just so I could sit at home, in private, and ruminate over everything that had happened in the last few days.

Jamie had stayed the night again, although we learned from our first night together. He left early to shower and change at his place before heading to the stadium before practice. If we kept showing up to work together, people would start to ask questions.

The guys had their usual morning choreography practice and were now winding down from their fieldwork with Topper. That meant time in the weight room, physical therapy, massages, and ice baths.

I was trying to ignore the fact that they were gearing up to go on the road for a week straight to three different cities. Due to this year’s budget constraints, only essential staff traveled with the team. Which meant I wasn’t able to go on the road with them this season.

Up until Jamie showed up, road games were a blessed reprieve of a break in the vigorous ELB schedule to have some peace and quiet from the Sillys. Travel games meant that we recycled old routines. If they played opposing teams that weren’t close to each other, they did the same set for each away game. They had anywhere from three to five routines each season to cycle through.

Being on the away team meant that there was less spotlight time. The home team had the advantage. Which was fine. The guys needed the break on top of all the hours spent traveling.

With Jamie traveling with the team, would things still be the same after he got back? Would everythingwe did in the last few days be forgotten? I did have his number now. We could text. Would he even want to text?

There was a subtle knock on my office door. I jumped before my head shot up only to find Jamie sexily leaning up against the door frame. His strong arm flexed as he braced it on the wood trim next to his head. Just like all those viral videos of women getting their men to do the “sexy door lean”. Fuck me within an inch of my life. The man was a constant fluster on my body.

Biting down on my lower lip, I pressed my thighs together under my desk. I was ready to soak my panties then and there. Which would have only made a rather awkward conversation when I headed home for the day.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” I breathed out as my eyes finally flickered back up to his face.

“I figured it was time to court you again.” A warm smile matched his overall swagger. I had to stifle back a laugh. He really was stuck on his C.O.C.K. guidelines.

But again? We’d spent every night together since that first one. At this rate, Jamie was going to court me once every 24 hours. And then have sex with me at double the rate.

“But you guys are heading out on the road early in the morning.” I bit my lower lip even harder to stop the pout that was desperately trying to break through.

“That’s why I’m asking you out to dinner. A week is a long time.”

Feeling the heat in my cheeks, I rapidly rose from my desk chair and walked over to him. Thiswasn’t a conversation that we should be having with teammates and staff being so close. I came to a halt as close as I dared without giving anyone a reason to ask questions. My eyes darted off to the side to see if anyone was watching. Thankfully the room behind him was clear.

“Dinner?” I murmured, afraid to make my voice any louder.

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