“Is that right?” It’s not lost on me that she came from penetrative sex alone. Something she swore her body was incapable of doing until I got my hands on her. And somehow it leaves me feeling like her clit deserves a little TLC.
“L-Luke.”
“Sorry, I’m busy. Like you said, athletes need rest days, but their coaches also know when to push them further, to achieve their full potential, isn’t that right?”
My two fingers easily slip into her cum-soaked pussy and rub back over her clit at a torturously slow pace.
“O-oh. That feels, so, so, so good.”
“Hmm, you mean this?” I press down on her clit, rubbing tight, firm circles, causing her to clench and spill more of our cum onto my desk.
“Luke, fuck, yes. Ohmygod. Don’t stop. Yes, yes, yes!” I bend over and swallow her screams with a kiss, then feel her unravel beneath my fingers and tongue, savoring every little breath that comes out of her sweet mouth.
“That’s my girl,” I breathe over her lips before I kiss her gently once more.
Then I straighten, finally tucking my semi hard cock back into my pants, and take a seat in my chair while I catch my breath.
Daisy pushes to stand and turns to me with a dopey smile, her pants still tugged down around her ankles.
“Now that… was something.”
I smile. “You liked that, huh.”
She bites her lip and nods, staring back at the desk, her cheeks flushing with color at the sight of the mess we made.
“Good,” I answer, my smile turning cocky. “Because we both have to get back to our day jobs, but we seemed to have made a mess there.” I raise a brow at her shy expression. Too late for that now, sweetheart. I nod my head forward as I lean back and enjoy the sight before me thoroughly. “Now come here and let me clean your pussy with my tongue, then you can show me how well you can clean up my desk with yours.”
fifty
I can’t look anyonein the eye.
If I did, I swear they’d know.
Before I left his office, and after I licked our mess off his desk while holding eye contact with the growing bulge in Luke’s pants, we cleaned up and brushed our teeth in his en-suite bathroom. It was stocked with travel size options of all of my favorite products. Seems like he knew he would eventually get his way with me and stocked up appropriately.
My nipples wouldn’t get the memo that sexy time was over and looked like they could poke an eye out through my top. Luckily Luke had another hoodie, one he had to buy since I officially stole his old one, and put it on me before leaving his office.
I swear he was speaking to my chest instead of me when he grumbled a “see you later.” Then he pressed a quick kiss to my forehead and rearranged himself in his pants.
I asked the new intern to mic up the players for me tonight, not wanting to face anyone or get close to Luke while he’s in his dugout. I swear that in the condition I’m in, I wouldn’t be surprised if my body bent over the second I saw him next. Because what we just did… wow.
But I actually do have a job to do, and I need to start acting like it.
I go up to my office after checking in with my staff.
Tonight, Martinez, Middlebrooks, and Vega will be participating in Hot Mic’d. This will be a special episode because if the first few innings go well, our streaming channel, Monarchs Live, has given us the go-ahead to broadcast the visual and audio recordings of our players in real time. This way, those at home can enjoy their side banter during commercial breaks, and fans in the stands can listen in via our mobile app.
Luke will also be mic’d tonight, but as usual, I’m the only one who will have access to his channel.
The guys will be instructed to switch their mic packs to Monarchs one if we’ve been green lit to go live by the network. Until then, they all have their own channels that my team and I can jump between, picking out the funniest snippets to put up on our social media pages.
I look out of my office window and down to the stadium. It’s our first warm night game and I can feel that summer is just around the corner.
The retractable stadium ceiling is officially open, the bright lights shining beneath the dark sky and the seats are already filling with the rowdiest baseball fans New York has to offer.
My cell phone vibrates on my desk and a notification appears.
ISABELLA:
