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“Here. Let’s adjust your stance that way the ball and bat will kiss perfectly.” I hit the pause button and come up behind her. I position her hands and then with my leg, I tap her toes to spread her legs. I go around to her front and look at her stance, I bend down, take her foot and turn it then with my hand on her upper thigh, I move her leg again – just a futile attempt to touch her. When I get back behind her, I mold my body to hers and breathe her in, she smells like flowers and mint and I can feel my cock hardening.
“Let’s do a practice swing, let you get comfortable with this position,” I say quietly, my mouth close to her ear.
Her breathing has changed, and I see goose bumps forming on her arm from the new contact. I place my hands on her forearms, down to her wrists and then covering her hands. She swings and as her front leg moves, her ass pushes slightly into my straining cock and I groan aloud.
This is not a date. This is not a date. I remind myself as I step back and adjust myself.
“How did that feel?” I ask her not at all implying to the wood between my legs.
“Can you show me the flow of the swing again?” she asks in a sultry voice with a smile and a tilt of her head.
I move back into position, knowing that my erection is obvious as I pull our bodies together again. She releases a shaky breath when I assume she feels how hard I am, and her body melts into mine. I have almost full control of her body and move her arms to swing away as her ass pushes again into me. I step back again, adjust myself and walk to the machine again to restart our pitches.
“I think you’ve got it. Now try a few bats.” I need to regain control, remember that she’s hanging out with me as a guest for a promotional stint and that’s that. If this one activity has me all riled up, I can only assume what the next would be. I reach into my pocket for my cell and open my emails. Scrolling to find out what Melinda has planned for us next, my eyes zero in on the schedule. When I find it, my heart starts beating and my mouth dries.
Fuck!
TWO
SAWYER
WHEN I WOKE up this morning and it was just your average day. There were no clouds in the sky, the sun was shining bright, and my neighbors were blaring Despacito like it was going out of style, their morning ritual. You think you are tired of that song and then by the time it kicks in you’re singing along to it, you might shake your ass to it a little, and not even know it. I went to FanFest this winter with some friends and randomly threw my name into an Ultimate Fan drawing, and I won. When I interviewed for my new job, I mentioned that I won as I saw they were new partners with the team and my new boss, Mr. Lyons gave me a chance to see what I could bring to the firm.
I received the schedule of the day with the Hornets, and tucked it away in my notebook to glance at later. I would write a blog that would post to our website and all of our social media on my time as an Ultimate Fan day experience, a new public relations thing that the Hornets Franchise was doing this season. I couldn’t blow today and no matter which player that I was paired with, I would need to keep any of my fan-girling to a minimum, even though I’m not a die-hard fan.
Of course, I happened to be paired with Gunnar Reynolds, the hottest catcher of the league, and likely the most sought-after player of the entire baseball franchise this season. He was pure sex dressed in jeans and a regular T-shirt showcasing the sleeves of colorful tattoos on both his arms.
Boom. I’m pregnant.My ovaries have combusted and I’m with child without even touching him. It’s immaculate!
He’s definitely hotter in person, and for some reason taller than I expected him to be. I quell the excitement vibrating through my body at being this close to him by mentally stretching and clearing my throat. That should help.
We start the day with breakfast at a pancake diner downtown and then we drove up Interstate 15 to Boomers, a family fun zone with batting cages where we spent an hour alternating at-bats. When he helped me with my stance, I felt my body flush and my stomach doing somersaults as my ass brushed against his erection.
We are currently on our way somewhere else, and Gunnar has been tight lipped with where. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, his knuckles white and his jaw is tight as he weaved through the streets. His Jeep pulls into a parking lot of an aquatic center, and I shoot him a confused look.
“I don’t have a suit,” I say with a hitch to my voice.
“Melinda went ahead and took care of that. In her email, she said that there is a gift shop or store and they have bathing suits. The cost has been taken care of,” he explains with his eyes forward.
“So, we’re going swimming?” My jaw probably hits the Jeep floor mats. A wet Gunnar? Okay. I can do this. I mentally prep myself.
“You got a schedule, right? Melinda must have it out for me,” he says under his breath as he parks the car.
“Why do you say that?” I turn my head to him in question.
“Because I’m supposed to be on my best behavior and swimming pools with attractive women don’t always encourage that,” he smirks playfully.
“At least you’re honest.” I laugh as I open the door.
We walk into the facility together and the receptionist, Melinda and a few other people with cameras that I recognized from the batting cages greet us as well. Melinda approaches as we walk in and Gunnar shakes hands with the staff at the center while flashbulbs and the clicks of the shutter echo throughout the space.
“Sawyer, you have your selection of any of the bathing suits they sell here. You guys have a few hours here to do whatever. There are slides, and a lap pool inside.” Gunnar comes to stand beside us and listens in. “The place is only closed to the public for the first hour as a means for the both of you to be comfortable, but then they have to open it up. There will also be children who will be present at that time. They’ve all signed up to be a part of the free swim time, so they know to respect the boundaries as well that they will be on their best behavior.
“Are the photographers going to be here for the entire time?” I ask Melinda self-consciously as I cross my arms.
“Only for a little bit, but you won’t even notice them around,” she waves off.
“Any of these photos that will be taken today, we get final approval right?” Gunnar asks coming to stand at my side.
