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"You are so pretty," he murmured. "Look at me, baby. Let me see your eyes."
Katie obeyed, her eyes fluttering upward, locking onto Landon’s for a brief, brilliant second before he threw his head back with a guttural moan they probably heard on the sidewalk eighteen stories below.
"Oh fuck, I’m almost there," he warned, his hands releasing from her head, giving her the freedom to get out of the line of fire or at least direct it wherever she felt comfortable.
Katie didn’t want to get away. She wanted all of him. To feel him, know him, experience him in any way she could have him. She welcomed the warm, salty flavor at the back of her throat. So much so that even after she slipped him from between her lips, she went back in for another suckle, running her tongue around his head just to get one last taste of him.
When she finally sat back on her heels, a slight breeze drifted across the terrace, reminding her just how surreal this entire situation was. She’d been abstinent for well over a year, had never done anything sexual outside of the bedroom in her life, and here she was giving head to the hottest ball player on earth on the terrace of the Four Seasons. On a Thursday morning, no less. It was one of the most erotic experiences of her life and she hadn’t even gotten off.
Not that Landon wouldn’t have returned the favor. Katie didn’t doubt that she could've easily convince him to do so, but that seemed like the obvious move. She kind of enjoyed throwing him for a loop, keeping him on his toes. So she stood up, brushed off her shorts, then sat down in her chair and picked up her fork for another bite of blueberry waffle.
"Mmmm, you were right about these waffles, totally the best I’ve ever had." She smiled at him sweetly, then casually looked down at her phone where she got regular notifications about baseball news. Her eyes widened as she rattled off the top headline, not really caring what it said. "Oh my goodness, Landon did you hear? Keith Dunne is on the DL, probably for the rest of the season. That’s too bad."
Landon just stood there. Pants around his ankles, dick still wet from her mouth. No witty comeback. No waggling eyebrows. Katie couldn’t have been prouder. She’d just successfully blown him and blown him away.
JXS SATELLITE RADIO
CHANNEL 15
SPORTS COMMENTATOR1:…in Pittsburg next week and Johnny St. Pierre will be pitching on Friday afternoon.
SPORTS COMMENTATOR2:Ooooooh, this rivalry dates back to their college days if I remember correctly.
SPORTS COMMENTATOR3:Now wait, didn’t Ryan get a hit off him last season?
SC1:Nope, nope, you’re wrong there. Ryan’s had two hits off this guy! Two! One single, one double. Last one was four seasons ago. Could this be the guy to interrupt Ryan’s hitting streak? All signs point to…well, not looking good. (Laughing)
SC2:Hey that’s if Ryan’s even there. I heard he didn’t get off the plane in Arlington.
SC3:Probably something with his wris—
chapter 19
Landon switched up the radio station real quick, but he was too late. Katie was already gaping at him from the passenger seat of his navy blue Jeep Rubicon. He’d let her choose their transportation for the day— apparently all four of the vehicles in the parking garage alcove were his—and she’d picked the Jeep since the cherry red Ferrari and black vintage Porsche seemed a little too flashy for flying under the radar.
"Are you supposed to be in Arlington?" she asked. "I thought you said the team didn’t leave until tomorrow."
"No, I said,Iwasn’t leaving until tomorrow."
"Why not? You should be with the team."
He pretended he hadn't heard.
"Because of your wrist?"
"No."
"Are you seeing another doctor?"
"Nope."
"Then why?"
"Because…to be honest…I just needed a fucking break, okay?"
Katie tried her absolute best to bite her tongue, but the silence was too overbearing.
"Are you worried about going up against St. Pierre? With your streak and all it's totally understandable."
