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“Have you been with anyone other than your ex?” I have to ask, because it seems as if she hasn’t touched anyone other than him. I can tell by the sound of her breathing at just being so close to my dick. “No,” she answers, quickly. “He was my first… there hasn’t been anyone since.” “Fuck Eden…” I squeeze her hand in mine, just thinking about being the only other guy to be inside of her other than the father of her child. I have no idea why that turns me on even more, but fucking shit, I want to be her next. I want a chance to show her how a real man takes care of a woman and gives her everything she needs, and craves. “What?” She squeezes my thigh, causing my cock to jerk. “Does that make you want me even more? Knight never did it for me.” I nod my head and grip the steering wheel with both hands, fighting so damn hard to control myself. “You have no idea the things that makes me want to do to you. To give to you.” I place my hand over hers again and squeeze. “Especially knowing he never gave you what you deserved. A woman’s needs should always come before a man’s.” The rest of the drive to the baseball field is spent with me trying my damned hardest to keep some kind of restraint. It’s not easy, especially with her hand gripping my thigh, but I need to do it. A real man knows when a woman’s ready and when that time is right; I’ll let go of all restraint, holding nothing back. “Oh look, there’s no one here,” she says, while jumping out of my truck and shutting the door behind her. I quickly jump out after her and reach into the bed of my truck for some balls, a bat and a couple mitts. “You know…” she spins around and faces me, while walking backwards. “I’ve gotten pretty good over the months, while playing with my son. Just a warning.” I believe it. Alec is damn good at playing ball. I know because I taught him. “I guess we’ll see just how good. But I should warn you…” “Let me guess…” she says teasingly, while looking me over. “You play better in the nude.” I laugh and hand her the bat. “I do everything better in the nude. Again… a proven fact.” I arch a brow and grab a ball, tossing it up, before catching it. “But, I was gonna say I hit pretty far. Not sure it’ll be a fair game.” She keeps her eyes on me, trying her best to look intimating as she strips her light jacket off and tosses it at the fence with a cocked brow. Her confidence is pretty damn sexy right now. “Oh yeah. Let’s play a different kind of game them, Mr. Cocky. Show me how good you are when there’s a little distraction.” “Okay.” I laugh, dying inside to hear what she’s about to come up with. “Your rules. Like I said… I’ll do anything you want.” She lifts a brow and steps around the fence, up to the batter box. “Whoever hits the furthest out of three balls, gets to choose an item of clothing for the other person to take off. The first person down to their underwear, loses.” I smirk while stretching, letting her know, I’m not taking it easy on her. “You do know I strip for a living, remember? Getting me out of my clothes is pretty fucking easy.” “Yes. But a challenge is sort of fun… don’t you agree?” She’s the one looking cocky now, as if she expects she won’t have to take much off. “More than you know.” I undo the top few buttons of my shirt to give me some more wiggle room and walk over to stand at the pitcher’s mound. “Game fucking on.” Placing the bat between her legs, she holds up a finger. “One sec…” I watch as she messes around behind her back as if she’s either loosening or undoing her bra. “You’re not the only one who needs a little more wiggle room,” she admits with a grin. “Hey… I don’t have a problem with that. It’s the only thing you’re gonna have on by the time this game is through, so you might as well make sure it’s comfortable. Ready?” “I love your confidence,” she says with a grin. It’s cute on you.” She nods and gets into a batter stance. “I’m ready.” I grin and hold a finger up. “Wait… I’m not quite ready yet.” Placing the ball under my arm, I slowly undo my shirt and pull it open, making sure she gets a nice view of my chest and abs. “You play dirty, I see.” She shakes her head and puts on a serious face. “Show me what you got, big guy.” “You sure you want me to?” I lift a brow and reach down to unbutton my jeans. “That’s not what I meant!” she yells. “Oh.” I smile. “Just checking…” I catch her gaze zone in on my chest, watching it flex as I prepare to pitch the ball. “Hey!” I yell. “Eye on the ball.” “Just throw it,” she demands, while looking up and pretending she wasn’t just staring at my body. “I’m ready.” Keeping my gaze on her, I throw the ball and smile when she misses. “That was my warm up swing,” she says with a small smile. “Don’t judge me just yet.” “I wasn’t going to blame it on my body or anything...” I reach up and catch the ball as she tosses it back. “I swear.” “Good. Because you’d be wrong anyway.” She smiles and gets back into position, clearing her throat a few times and fighting to keep her eyes off me. It has my confidence spiking. After Eden takes all her swings, only hitting one out of three balls, I take a swing, hitting the first ball so far that we just let it go. “I believe that means I’m the winner of round one…” I nod down at her feet. “I’ll start out easy so you’re not naked within the first two rounds. Lose the sandals.” Surprising me, Eden strips her shirt off with a confidence that has my cock jumping. “I’m not worried, Kash. I won’t be naked within two rounds. So don’t take it easy on me.” Apparently, she’s going to play by her own rules, just not the ones she set for the game. Holy fuck… I have no doubt she’s doing this as more of a distraction than anything. A way to get back at me for screwing up her first three swings. And seeing as I can’t seem to take my eyes away from her perfect breasts; it might just help her at least get my shirt the rest of the way off. “I’ve mastered multitasking pretty damn well. I’ll prove it in more ways than one, Eden.” I say next to her ear as we pass each other to switch places. You can tell my words have worked her up a bit, because she doesn’t seem quite as confident as she prepares for the second round. She shakes her head. “No talking… cheater.” I laugh at her calling me a cheater. “You’re the one standing across from me topless, when all you had to lose were your shoes. You want to play… so I’m playing.” And apparently, my dick wants to play too, because it’s standing at full attention as I take her in, standing across from me in that red, lacy bra. “Any day now,” she taunts. “Who’s distracted now?” I pitch her three easy balls to hit this time, wanting to make sure this game doesn’t end too fast. I’m enjoying myself with her way too damn much to let this game be over soon. I’m actually surprised when she hits the third ball far enough to just let the ball go and use a new one. It’s pretty fucking hot. Especially the way her breasts bounced as she swung. Shit… how can I play this off? Fuck it. I won’t. I let myself be distracted as I take my swings, not hitting them far for shit. Truthfully, I want out of these damn clothes anyway. I want us both naked, our bodies pressed together as I give up my restraint and take her. I want to feel her warm skin against mine, our sweaty bodies rubbing together as I bury myself deep and make her forget about Knight all together and how shitty he was to her. I want to erase her memory with any other man, only allowing her to think about me. Setting my gaze on hers, I pull my shirt off and toss it, before unzipping my jeans and yanking them off too. This has her pulling her eyes away from mine to scan over my entire body. “Your turn,” I say, not giving her a chance to ask me why I took off two items of clothing instead of one. She’ll find out soon enough…
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion. She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood. She is the author of Wake Up Call, This Regret, The Walk of Shame series, Get Off on the Pain, Something for the Pain, Royal Savage, Thrust, Hard and Reckless, Damaged Locke, Pay For Play, and Two Can Play. Victoria is currently working on more releases for 2017.