Page 92 of The Future Play

He sighs dramatically. “What have I told you about not calling me sir?”

“Only your girl gets to call you that.”

Trevor chokes on a laugh.

“Exactly.”

Well, can’t say I don’t get that feeling.

“Then I’m free to go, right?”

“Please. You’re insufferable.” Jesse deadpans.

“Baseball players. So self-centered, am I right?” Trevor says, barely keeping a straight face.

“Fuck you both very much. Goodnight.”

Then I haul ass out to my car. There’s somewhere more important I need to be.

A valet takesmy keys when I pull up in front of the event center. Everything about tonight is similar to charity events I’ve been to for the Metros organization, but this isn’t about publicity or showing up for my team.

Not my baseball team, at least.

When I walk inside, I’m almost instantly handed a glass of champagne.

Aaron said letting my scruff grow in would age me a little, and it definitely has. Less baby face means less being carded. I’m barely twenty, but I could pass for closer to thirty, especially if I harden my gaze a little. At an event like this, no one cares anyway.

I sip on the champagne as my eyes sweep the room, and it only takes seconds for me to find her. Her strawberry blonde hair is pulled into a simple low ponytail and a slinky black dress holds tight to her curves. Curves I want to trace with my lips, my tongue.

Don’t pop a semi now. That wouldn’t be a good look.

Amanda stands off to the side, watching like a wallflower, though she’s anything but. She hasn’t spotted me yet, so I move around the side of the dance floor until I’m walking toward her perfect ass and exposed back.

I walk slowly up to her, then lean down, letting my breath tickle her ear. “Has anyone told you how stunning you look tonight?”

She spins around and arches a brow. “Not yet.”

I take half a step back and let my eyes trail over her. “You are deliciously perfect. Utterly breathtaking.”

Two weighted breaths pass as we stare at each other, then I grab her hand and drag her down a nearby hallway for employees only.

The second we’re alone in the dimly lit space, I press her against the wall, boxing her in.

“What are you doing here?”

“Should I be somewhere else?”

I lean down and graze my lips over her neck, skimming my hand up her thigh.

“No,” she breathes. “I just—didn’t think—” she stammers as I pull the skin of her neck into my mouth. “Jamie…”

I lift my lips and brush my nose against hers. “I needed to see you.”

Our lips collide in a frantic kiss, and she rakes her fingers through my red hair, pulling me closer. Slowly, I slip my fingers across her thigh, letting them trail up the inside, until they brush her underwear.

She gasps and leans her head back. “We can’t do that.”

“Mm, but do you know how badly I want to?” Again, I brush my lips over her neck and she tilts her head, giving me more. “I want to push my fingers inside you and graze my thumb over your clit until you’re pulsing around me and coating my fingers. Then I’d thrust my cock inside you as hard and fast as I could until you were a screaming, panting mess and your pussy was painted with my cum.”

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