Page 134 of Payoff Pitch
“I might stop at Tanner’s office after practice. Have someone give you a ride home.”
She rolls her eyes. “This isn’t you. I never should have given you the rules. You’re going to get hurt again.”
I place my hands on my hips. “Admit it’s lasted longer thanyou thought. You didn’t think I could be in a purely sexual relationship, and I have been.”
“Iabsolutelydidn’t think you’d go through with it. What if he told you tomorrow that he met someone?”
“I’d be fine.”
“Bull-fucking-shit. You’d be heartbroken all over again. And you won’t even look at another man. You’re basically in a relationship. Just because you don’t call it one doesn’t mean it isn’t.”
“If I’m interested in someone, I promise I’ll go on a date. It’s going well with Tanner though. I’m happy, and I’ve managed to adhere to all your rules.”
Kam gave me a list of casual sex rules she thought I needed to abide by in order to keep this casual. Never in a bed, never unprotected, never more than once a week, keep it on my terms, don’t be too available, keep the post-sex talking to a minimum, and never actually fall asleep together. I always leave as soon as it’s over. I think that last part upsets Tanner more than anything, but it’s too intimate. I can’t stay.
Kam told me that it’s all about control. I told her he likes to be in control, but she said it’s not about what goes on in the bedroom. It’s about what goes on out of the bedroom. I definitely control everything except the actual sex. I’m not sure if she’s a genius or completely diabolical, but Tanner is always begging for it by the time I agree to meet with him.
She rolls her eyes. “Whatever. Let’s just go. I can’t have this conversation for the thousandth time.”
“No one will siton these snakes, right ladies?”
We’re in the huddle with Coach Billie giving us her daily dose of inadvertently sexual snake comments.
We all start giggling as practice comes to an end and we do ourfinal cheer. The Anacondas’ season can best be described as dominating. Ripley came back with a vengeance. She’s happy and it shows in her pitching. Her mother is now our team pitching coach. She’s fantastic and has Ripley throwing the best she ever has in her life.
The Olympic committee has been to several of our games. It’s still three years out, but they’re starting to put thought into who they want on the team.
They’ve interviewed Arizona, Ripley, Kam, and me. The three of them were bouncing off the walls with excitement. I’m still a little indifferent about it. Maybe I just don’t want to get my hopes up only to be heartbroken if I’m not selected. I’m probably the last of the four of us who they’ll consider, and taking four players from the same team seems unlikely to me.
Arizona pulls us aside after practice. “Sorry for the late notice. Are you guys free this afternoon for a bridesmaid dress fitting? The woman just called and said there was an issue. She needs to see everyone to make sure the right sizes arrive in time for the wedding. Gemma said she’ll meet us there.”
Even though they’re already married, Arizona and Layton are throwing a ceremony and wedding reception right after our season ends in a few weeks.
Ripley and Kam both answer that they can come.
I check on the time. “I need to make a quick stop. I’ll meet you guys there.”
Kam gives me a look of warning, but I don’t care. I’m going to see Tanner.
Forty-five minutes later,I walk out of the elevator toward Tanner’s office. His assistant, Shannon, smiles as I approach. She knows why I’m here. I was embarrassed the first few times, but I simply don’t care anymore. I’m a grown womantaking what I want from a sexy man. I won’t apologize or feel bad about it. Not when it feels so damn good.
I innocently return her smile, as if she doesn’t know I’m about to get defiled in the office right behind her desk, and cheerily say, “Good afternoon, Shannon.”
“Good afternoon, Bailey. He’s expecting you. He said for you to come right in when you arrive.”
I respond, “Great. Thank you.”
As soon as I walk through the door, it closes. He pins me against it with his big body. His delicious scent immediately invades my nostrils, setting my body on fire. I swear, his smell is my orgasm trigger.
He grabs my wrists and quickly wraps a telephone charging cord around them before holding them above my head with one of his hands.
He barks out, “Leave them here. Don’t move them.”
I innocently bat my eyelashes. “Yes, Daddy.”
He growls and then falls to his knees and roughly pulls my leggings down and off before sinking his face straight into my pussy.
I smile. “Hungry, Mr. Montgomery?”