Page 67 of No Easy Catch
I’m his woman?
Does that make him my man?
He kept a hand on my leg the entire drive back and he didn’t ask if we were going to his place or mine. He parked in his driveway and waited for me before picking me up. “Jeff! Don’t hurt yourself.”
“Please, Henderson. Don’t insult my muscles.” He opened the front door and stopped us on the bottom of the stairs for a soul-searing kiss. “Are you still tight and ready for me?”
“You got me on the brink of an orgasm at the restaurant before stopping. It was a bit cruel,” I joked, but a line formed between his eyebrows. “You need to make up for it.”
“How do you want your orgasms, then?” he asked in a deadly serious tone.
“Mm, I like options,” I said, already backing up the stairs to his bedroom. He followed and I started removing an item of clothing on each stair. First it was my heels, then my jacket. “Watch me undress right there.”
He gulped and nodded. His grip on the banister was almost white and I took my time undoing the halter of my dress. I let it slide down my body and pool at my feet so I stood there in nothing but the stockings and a flimsy see-through bra. I sat down on the top stair and spread my legs—his eyes almost bulged out of his head and he begged for me. “Please, let me touch you.”
If I could get that on a recording and listen to it every day for the rest of my life, I’d be happy. I nodded and Jeff pounced. His hands and mouth were everywhere, pleasuring me and giving me what he’d promised at the restaurant. It took no time for him to bring me to orgasm with just his fingers and I arched my back, crying out his name when he brought his tongue into action.
“Will two orgasms satisfy you enough?”
“Mm, let’s find out.”
He ate me out with a furious passion and my thighs shook hard around his head when he flicked my clit with his tongue for the final push. My body was goo after the second orgasm but he didn’t stop there. He lifted me up and carried me to his room, carefully setting me on the bed. “I love your body, Amber. Your perfectly small tits.” He bent down and kissed each nipple, slowly sucking it into his mouth. “Your curves.”
He licked down the center and ended between my legs. “Your pussy—sweet god, it’s perfect. These legs.” He kissed each thigh and came back up to my mouth. “I love making you feel good.”
I blinked back tears at the tenderness in his voice and when he put on a condom and slid into me, it felt different. This was slow, the way he kissed me between each thrust, and told me how beautiful I was. It was almost like…we were making love.
Everything slipped from my mind as our bodies sweated against each other and I wrapped myself around him tight when he convulsed, groaning out my name. It was sweeter, gentler and unlike anything I had experienced. I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, as a thank you, and I was met with a goofy smile. “That was…”
“I know,” he said, kissing me on the mouth again. “Let me get you a shirt to sleep in. I’m not done with you tonight.”
It wasdifficult leaving a sleeping Jeff. His eyelashes fanned over his cheek and my heart lurched at the strength of my feelings for him. I brushed his hair out of his face and he stirred, opening his sleepy eyes and smiling. “Morning.”
“Morning to you,” he said, before yawning. “Where you sneaking off to?”
“My meeting with the dean.”
“Right.” He groaned and tried to sit up, but I stopped him.
“It’s early. Sleep. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Call me after.” He moved and cupped my chin with his hand. “Be careful.”
“I will.” I leaned into his hand and bent my head to kiss him. He hummed against my mouth and it took all my effort to notturn into a silly girl gushing over how much she liked a guy. “We can meet up later, yeah?”
“As soon as I get out of practice, I’ll be over.”
I smiled at him, wishing I could stay in the warmth of his bed but knowing I couldn’t. I ran home to freshen up and change into my business outfit—black slacks and a red button-down. It made me feel professional and I even listened to my pump-up tunes on my walk to the building. My professor had helped set up the meeting last week so there was nothing worrying about this meet-up—if this guy was involved in the entire scandal. I wanted to know how recruitment worked, who handled the money and if athletes were monitored.Like were these fake-athletes still paying for a spot in school, without having anything to do with sports?
The thought angered me but I masked my emotions when I entered the pristine building located on the northern part of our campus. A very perky woman glanced up at me from behind the welcome desk and smiled. “Hello there.”
“Hi, I’m here to meet with Dean Sanders.”
“Sign in, please.” She indicated the clipboard and I hesitated before writing my name. It was stupid to feel under watch, but the hairs on the back of my neck tingled.Is my uncle here?I looked discreetly around the foyer, hoping like hell I didn’t see the familiar dark hair, and released a pent-up breath when it was just us. I printed my name and gave her a tight smile. “Thank you, Ms. Henderson. Go on through the doors and his assistant will direct you.”
I followed her directions, pushed open the door and the air left my lungs when Tony, my uncle’sfriend, stood against another welcome desk in a charcoal suit. I ducked my head down, pretending to look at something on the ground, and tried to think of what to do.He either works here or is visiting.Both were equally troubling and my heart was in my throat.Maybehe won’t recognize me.Thirty seconds went by and I was still crouched on the floor, pretending to tie a shoelace that didn’t exist, and I stood tall. It wasn’t as though he could do anything about it here, in front of people, but just as I stood, someone reached out and gripped my arm. “Come with me.”
The head baseball coach had a look that would make the bravest player cower. The intensity of his face had me nodding and I followed him out through the doors I’d entered a minute ago. We walked past the welcome desk and through another set—where Dean Sanders sat with a forlorn look. “Ms. Henderson, just the person we were looking for.”
