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The way his eyes take me in… every single inch of me, it makes me feel like the sexiest woman on this earth.
“Watch us,” he says, sliding his hands up my thighs, his fingertips gripping right at the edge of my pussy as he disappears inside of me. “She’s so fucking greedy for him.”
When the thumb on his tattoo-covered hand touches my clit, I shatter. Completely letting my weight fall onto him, he comes deep inside of me with a groan that turns me on all over again.
Resting there with my head on his shoulder, my rapid heart rate slows back down. I place a soft kiss to his neck. “Thanks for adding to my spank bank memories for when you’re on the road.” He lets out a deep chuckle at my statement. “Do you know how many times I’ve relived that first time in the bullpen with you years ago on lonely nights?”
We were so desperate for each other by the end of the private tour, he fucked me right on the ground of the turf in this very bullpen.
Eli grunts. “No, but watch out, or I’m going to be ready for round two if you keep talking.”
Shimmying back into my jeans, I watch as Eli tosses his undershirt we used for clean up into the trashcan of the bullpen.
I pick up our gloves we brought with us and toss him the baseball. “Throw me a few for old times’ sake… just take about thirty miles per hour off, please.”
He places the ball back in my glove and heads in the other direction. “Let me see if you’ve still got that arm of yours, Queenie girl.”
I give him a cheeky grin. “You know I do.”
“Prove it then,” he challenges.
As always, when this man tempts me with a competition, I dive headfirst.
Ten fast balls later, Eli says, “I’m not even going to lie, Q… I think you are throwing it harder than you used to. I’m pretty impressed.”
“I already gave it up tonight, Hotshot… you don’t have to butter me up,” I tease as he walks toward me.
“Wanna give the real thing a shot?” He nods his head toward the mound on the field.
“For real?”
“Let’s go.” Eli laughs as we walk out onto the field over to the white rubber slab.
“This is so surreal… standing here where you make magic.” I grab the front of his shirt, tugging him to me, pressing my lips onto his. “Sometimes I watch you on this mound and still can’t believe you’re mine.” I circle my arms around the back of his neck, my glove on one hand, the ball in the other.
“I love you, Quinn… you are my magic.” He kisses my forehead, making me smile. “Now show me whatcha got.”
Eli jogs to home plate and squats down in the catcher position.
“All right, pitch… give me the nastiest fastball you’ve got.”
I wind up dramatically and throw it to him as hard as I can.
“And the crowd goes wild,” I shout in my best commentator voice.
Eli makes his way back to me. “She’s in a league of her own, folks. Give it up for the legend… Quinn “Queenie” Barton.” His voice echoes in the quiet stadium as he picks me up, twirling me around.
“Barton, huh?” I tease.
“One day... I hope.” He lets out a nervous chuckle.
“Cross your heart?” I ask, because of course one day I want to be his wife.
Instead of answering me, he starts unclasping his gold chain. Dangling it in front of my face, I let out a stunned gasp.
Eli drops to one knee in front of me, sliding the ring off his chain.
“Cross my heart forever and ever, Queenie girl.”
