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There was a tightening along the sharp line of his jaw. My breath caught as I felt him get more intense with each of his thrusts. At this rate, I was only going to get one-word responses out of him.

I was a little surprised by his admission. I’d heard all kinds of wild stories from the guys and their exploits in the bedroom. They hadn’t gone into intense detail but some of those baseball groupie girls were rather kinky. Especially the ones that read romance books.

Sexual health has always been an important aspect of my life. As much as I hated to admit it, it wasn’t until a few years ago that I took the time to discover what I wanted when it came to sex. I came to realize that I could have most of my sexual needs met without engaging in a sexual partner. It sure as hell took a lot of the desperation out of trying to find a significant other.

But Jamie?

The man was certifiably the whole package. He was wholesome. Sweet. Sexy as hell and a fucking delicious, foul-mouthed beast in bed. Jamie Rheems was everything I’d ever imagined.

Honestly, he wasbetter.

My arms shot out to entangle around his neck. I needed him close. I needed him to never let me go.

“Cady…” His strained voice pulled me from my inner thoughts and straight back into the present.“Fuck, Cady…” There was a desperation there. Almost as if he was begging.

I’d been so lost in my pleasure that he took part in that I neglected the fact that the poor man still needed to get off too. He had sat back and brought me to orgasm all while keeping his release at bay.

Leaning up, I spread suckling kisses up and down his neck. It was just the sort of distraction he needed. Using my core muscles, I rolled the both of us over in one breathless maneuver.

The abrupt change in position made my ass strain with the butt plug, which drew a deliciously needy sound out of me. Jamie’s eyes flashed open in surprise to see me mounted atop him. The man had gotten me off. It was only fair that I let him sit back while I returned the favor.

Riding him with the plug was a whole host of new sensations. His hands darted out to lock onto my hips with a death grip. Meanwhile, his handsome features morphed into delicious satisfaction as I picked up the pace.

It didn’t last long. With a few swirls and sharp upticks of my hips, I felt his nails dig into my skin. My breath quickened as I watched him slowly descend into the glorious madness of his orgasm. I felt like a powerful goddess seated on the throne of the man that had caught my heart, in more ways than one. Between that thought and the subtle feel of his cock hardening to full strength, I lost myself all over again.

Our cries intermingled in the heated air as we climaxed, one after the other. I didn’t stop. I kept up the rhythm, riding him through the throes of his and my orgasms. It was intense. More intense than Ithought it would be, especially after getting off only minutes before. If I hadn’t alerted the neighbors to what we were up to, I certainly did now.

“Cady…Cadence…” My eyes were still closed off to the world as my body continued its intimate rhythm. I vaguely heard my name in the warbled chaos of the aftershocks of my incredibly intense orgasm. The rocking of my hips was almost like a meditation as I slowly cascaded down from my high.

I felt Jamie shift beneath me to sit up and meet me face-to-face. His strong but gentle hands cupped my face, claiming my attention. My eyelids fluttered open. His breathless smile made my heart almost burst through my ribcage.

“Sweetheart…” The soft plea with a breathless smile brought me to a stop. “As fucking good as your body feels, you do have to let a man recover.” A hot blush flooded my cheeks as a sheepish smile appeared across my lips. “Especially after an orgasm like that. Holy fuck, baby.”

With back-to-back endearments and his gentle touch, I was fit to burst from the sudden influx of emotion. An embarrassed bubble of laughter shot from my lips. I muffled it with a savory kiss.

Jamie’s hands slid to my hips to gently coax me off of him. We both shared a mutual sigh at our separation before he tucked me back into bed right next to him. I was still in a bit of a daze and tried to get my bearings as he addressed the condom situation. My ass hitting the mattress reminded me that there was still the extra rider aboard.

Grabbing a tissue from my nightstand, I slowly eased the toy out with a gentle pull from my hooked fingers around the jewel end. I let out a huff of air asmy body released the thing. If the thing hadn’t been just up my asshole, I would have kissed it. That orgasm was top-notch. Although maybe I should give Jamie’s cock a kiss too. Between the both of them, it was one hell of a climax that I was pretty sure I’d never forget for as long as I lived. Well, unless there were a few more of those in my future.

“I’m addicted to you, Cady, do you know that?” The words were hot and husky in my ear as Jamie drew me back against his body. Even with all the hours of fantasizing about what a moment like this would feel like, it was nothing in comparison to the real deal. It felt safe. It was warm.

It felt like home.

Canned Heat

JAMIROQUAI

Once Cady announced to the guys that “Dancing Through Life” was going to be the big song for our 4th of July game, they were all over it. She nearly fell out of her seat when I surprised her with a special, shortened arrangement of the song. With the original song clocking in at nine minutes and forty-seven seconds, I didn’t think we had it in us to dance for almost ten minutes straight in the July heat.

Schmidt cornered me almost immediately after Cady had mentioned it, and asked if his DJ friend, Andy, could have a whack at making something custom for us. The hype playlist Schmidt played for warm-ups was 90% DJ Andy remixes. Since the music was fire, I wholeheartedly agreed.

With my specific song request, it was the first time I was able to see Cady in her element. Once she heard the arrangement, she went into full choreographer mode. I caught her absentmindedly working on dance moves any spare chance she had. I lost count of how many times we watched the library scene inWickedso she could commit the dance moves to memory.

AfterI fixed my bed, we spent most nights at my place. It gave her ample space to work out dance moves and placement of the players. I happily shoved my furniture to the side, giving her the full space of my living room and dining room area in my penthouse. My place had been so cold and drab, but when Cady was twirling about, she gave my home the breath of life it sorely needed.

Having Cady join me in my space on more of a regular basis was just soeasy. She asked for nothing, well, except for another round or two between the sheets, or wherever we ended up. We’d managed to christen just about every abstract surface, horizontal and vertical, in my apartment and hers.

In sharing the same space, I had a front-row seat to those very tasty matching sports bras and bottoms. I may or may not have bought a few sets that were her style and tucked them in a drawer in my bedroom. You know, just in case.

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