Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

TANNER

I t’s been weeks since the Sports Illustrated party. Things were a little awkward with Bailey for a bit, but they’ve gotten much better.

In fact, she’s been acting completely unaffected by it all. I’m the one who’s pining after her while she’s seemingly moving on. She even mentioned leaving for a date the other night. I nearly put a hole in my wall in frustration and jealousy after she left.

We’ve settled into a routine now that Harper’s school year is underway. During the evenings Harper is with me and Bailey doesn’t have a game, I come home to dinner in the oven, and Bailey and Harper are either in the batting cage or the pool. I think Bailey’s bikinis are getting sexier and sexier each time, but it might be my imagination.

Both the Cougars and the Anacondas are well into the playoffs, so we’ve unfortunately seen a little less of Bailey for the past two or three weeks. I do my best to schedule my meetings on the small handful of afternoons and early evenings that she’s available right now because when she’s not, I have to leave work early to get Harper.

Tonight will be the last home game for the Anacondas. They’re down two to one in the best-of-five championship series. If they lose tonight, their season is over. If they win, they’ll go down to Miami later this week for a decisive game five.

The Cougars won their World Series game this afternoon. They’re up two to one in the best-of-seven series. They’re off tomorrow but then play in Philly the following two nights.

Harper and I are at the Anacondas’ game. The buzz is electric. The stands are overflowing. Ticket prices were through the roof. I love how much the city has embraced this team. Their tough, gritty play has truly ingratiated them to the Philly fans.

Harper is wearing her B. Hart , number thirty-four jersey, which Bailey had signed by everyone on the team. Harper probably wears it at least five times a week. I warned her that it might fade, but Bailey promised her a new one if it did and told her to keep wearing it and supporting the team. She’s so good to my daughter, which makes me that much more attracted to her, as if I needed any help in that department.

Harper didn’t want to sit in the owner’s box tonight. She wanted to be in the action, as close to the field as possible. We’re sitting with Cheetah, Layton, Quincy, and Ezra. I warned them all to be on their best behavior.

The game hasn’t even started, and they’ve already removed their shirts to reveal a giant anaconda that continues across each of their chests. Naturally, Cheetah has the tongue on his and manages to roll his belly in a way that makes the tongue look like it’s moving. Harper was in a fit of giggles when she saw it.

As he always is at Anacondas’ games, Cheetah is wearing a cowboy hat. I don’t know why he does that because I’ve never otherwise seen him in one. Perhaps it’s because he’s from Texas. Regardless, he keeps placing it on Harper’s head, and she’s having a blast. He’s so sweet to her.

The Anacondas take the field. As she does every time he’s at a game, Arizona’s eyes immediately find Layton and he blows her a kiss.

He’s a different man. He was the biggest playboy I’d ever met until she entered the picture. Now he’s a complete goner for her.

I’ve noticed Quincy paying a lot of attention to Ripley lately. I wonder if anything is going on there.

Ripley is the best pitcher I’ve ever seen, but she must be getting tired after a long season. She hasn’t had her best stuff lately. She’s still great, maybe the greatest ever, but not as perfect as normal. It’s a good thing the team has scored a lot of runs in the playoffs. Kamryn and Bailey have both been on fire lately, leading the offensive charge.

I notice Ezra staring at Bailey as she takes the field. I realize he’s wearing her jersey too. Why does that make me insanely jealous? They make perfect sense together while she and I don’t. But the thought of another man’s hands on her drives me insane.

I glance at Bailey to see if she’s looking at him, but she’s smiling and waving to Harper, who’s in heaven over the attention.

The game is moving along, and we’re down a run heading into the bottom of the last inning. Arizona, the leadoff batter, bunts her way on base and then easily steals second. She’s probably the fastest baserunner in the league. The second batter lays down a perfect sacrifice bunt, moving Arizona to third base as Bailey steps into the box.

I lean over to Harper. “There’s one out. What does Bailey need to do here?”

Harper shouts, “Hit a home run! ”

I shake my head. “Nope. That’s not what the team needs. The team needs Arizona to score to send this game into extra innings. All Bailey has to do is either hit a ground ball to the right side or hit a sacrifice fly. She shouldn’t be swinging for the fences. It’s called situational hitting. It’s also called being a good teammate.”

Harper nods. “Right. That makes sense. You don’t want to swing your hardest and risk striking out.”

“Exactly.”

“Do you think Bailey knows?”

I smile at her naivety. “I’m confident she does.”

I notice Bailey choke up on the bat and nudge Harper. “You see that she moved her hands up on the bat. She’s just trying to make contact. She’s doing the right thing for the team.”

Harper watches on with rapt fascination. I love sharing my love of the game with her. The small nuances of this sport make it a thinking person’s game. It’s so perfect for Harper.

She squeezes my hand. “I’m nervous, Daddy.”

I squeeze hers in return. “Me too. I believe in Bailey though.”

The first pitch comes in. It’s inside, and Bailey leans her front elbow into the pitch and takes a hard fastball to the upper arm. I wince. That’s going to leave a big bruise, but she was hit by the pitch and takes first base.

I say to Harper, “That’s called taking one for the team. She leaned into it. Did you see how she subtly moved her elbow so the ball would hit her?”

Harper nods. “I saw, but now she won’t be the hero.”

“Heroes come all in different forms. Kamryn is the best hitter in the league. Bailey did what was best for the team to get the best hitter up in the biggest situation. And now not only is the tying run on base, but the winning run is on base too. ”

Harper nods. “Bailey could be the winning run!” She takes a few deep breaths. “My heart is pounding so fast, Daddy.”

I chuckle at how much she cares. “So is mine.”

Cheetah takes Harper’s other hand and places it over his eyes. “I can’t watch. I’m too nervous. Tell me what happens.”

Harper laughs and playfully slaps his arm. “Stop it. You do this all the time.”

He winks at her and sighs. “I suppose I do, but it’s harder when you’re in the stands and it’s your friends.”

All the fans are on their feet clapping and cheering for Kamryn. She watches the first pitch for ball one.

Harper audibly releases the breath she was holding.

The next pitch comes in, Kamryn swings, and crack. It’s a line drive to the left-center gap. Everyone is going nuts. That easily scores Arizona to tie the game and should move Bailey over to third base.

Suddenly I see the third base coach waving Bailey around to try to get home. Why the hell is the coach doing that? She’s going to be out.

The cheers of Arizona scoring quickly morph into gasps as everyone collectively holds their breath watching Bailey barrel toward home plate.

The throw from the left fielder arrives at the catcher well ahead of Bailey. She fields it cleanly and is about to tag Bailey out when Bailey literally jumps up and over the catcher, somersaulting across home plate.

The crowd is quiet as the umpire signals that she’s safe and the game is over. The Anacondas win.

Cheetah looks at me wide-eyed. “What in the pigs flying universe did I just see?”

I’m speechless. I breathe, “She’s unbelievable.”

The whole stadium erupts in cheers. The Anacondas’ dugout empties and piles on top of Kamryn. Yes, she had the game-winning hit, but Bailey is the one who should be celebrated.

Kamryn’s hit and Bailey’s acrobatics from last night have been playing on repeat on all local stations and all the national sports stations. It’s great attention for the sport and team. #HartHasHeart is trending all over the place.

Kamryn did a million interviews. She was born to be in front of the camera. She’s charming and witty. Her innately outgoing personality shines through, and the reporters are eating it up.

She tried to pull Bailey into a few of the interviews, calling her the true hero of the game, but Bailey was more than happy to let Kamryn have the limelight. It’s interesting how much they look alike yet how different they are.

It’s been a long day. I’m glad Bailey is off today and was able to help with Harper this afternoon and into the early evening.

I had an unavoidable meeting that lasted way longer than it should have and was wildly unsuccessful. Some people are such assholes. A negotiation by definition is supposed to be a discussion to resolve differences. That’s hard to do when one side won’t budge at all. It’s got me all stressed out.

And I missed dinner with Harper. Damn it. At least I’ll be home before she goes to bed. I’m excited to see Bailey and talk to her about the game. Hopefully she’ll stick around for a bit tonight.

Or maybe I’m just excited to see Bailey in general.

Layton, Cheetah, Vance, and Daylen all walk into my office. I look up at them. “What are you all doing here? I’m just about to head out for the day.”

Layton answers, “Let’s grab a drink. You’ve seemed stressed lately.”

I shake my head. “Not tonight. I need to get home to Harper.”

Cheetah turns to him. “Told you he’d say that.” Looking back at me, he says, “One drink. Thirty minutes. Tops. You can choose the location.”

I run my tongue over my teeth. “Fine. The bar across the street, and only one drink. I really need to get home to my girls.”

Cheetah smirks. “Girls?”

“Girl. I meant girl.”

“Sure, buddy. Let’s go.”

Ten minutes later, we’re all sitting at a table with a round of drinks. All eyes fall on me.

I look around at my friends and take in their serious faces. “Why do I feel like this is an intervention?”

Cheetah nods. “It is.” He swallows. “After the Sports Illustrated party a few weeks ago, did you know that Bailey went home with Ezra?”

I can’t stop my jaw from ticking. My grip on my glass becomes so tight that I think it might break. The thought of her with him or any other man makes me ill.

Cheetah turns to the guys. “Told ya so. He’s into her too.”

I lift an eyebrow. “Too?”

He nods. “She’s into you.”

“Not if she went home with Ezra.”

“Nothing happened. He said she couldn’t go through with it because she’s hung up on you. I now know that you want her too. What’s the problem?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re hung up on Kamryn. What’s your problem? ”

He shrugs. “Kam will eventually come around. She’ll wise up one of these days.”

“According to Bailey, Kamryn is already extremely wise.”

With a completely straight face, he declares, “Nearly all women at one point possess highly intelligent DNA. But most eventually spit it out.”

I can’t help but chuckle before turning to Daylen. “What about you? You were seeing that Linda woman. What’s going on with her?”

He scrunches his face. “She asked me to name all my sexual partners.”

Everyone grimaces. Layton shakes his head. “Oh no. Never answer that. It’s a trap.”

Daylen twists his lips. “It’s even worse than you think. Note to self, when asked that question, be sure to stop at the name of the woman asking. They don’t like when you name people after them.”

I sigh. These guys are idiots. Well-intended idiots, but idiots nonetheless.

Cheetah nods at me. “Come on, Montgomery. Spill it. What’s the story with you and Bails? What’s stopping you?”

I scratch my fingers through my beard. “Where do I begin? She’s too young for me. She’s too good for me. And she’s Harper’s nanny, who Harper happens to idolize. It’s all a recipe for disaster.”

Vance shakes his head. “You’re allowed to be happy, Tanner. All you do is work and spend time with Harper. What about you? You need to do something for yourself. Trust me, man, I know.”

Vance is one of the most selfless people I know. Because of it, life has been an uphill battle for him.

“Being with Harper makes me happy. I was a shit father for her first three years. I need to make up for it. ”

Layton sighs. “You weren’t a shit father. Maybe a shit husband, but never a shit father.”

I give him the finger, even though I know he’s right. “Thanks, asshole.”

He chuckles. “Sorry, man. It’s the truth. You know it is.”

I blow out a long breath. “I do, and that’s why I can’t get involved with anyone, especially someone so important to Harper. And Bailey deserves to be treated right. Look at my track record. I haven’t had a real relationship since my divorce. Nothing but meaningless encounters. There’s a reason for that.”

Layton places his hand on my shoulder. “Look at what’s happened in my life over the past few months. I thought I didn’t want anyone until I found the right someone. Leave the possibility open. Bailey is an amazing woman. You’re one of the best men I know. I think you two could be incredible together.”

I shake my head. “No. Not happening. I’m not interested in something real with her or anyone else. Meaningless encounters. That’s it for me for the foreseeable future.”

He nods toward an attractive woman sitting alone at the bar. “She’s gorgeous and she’s been staring at you since we sat down. If you’re not into Bailey, go talk to her. Go have a little casual fun with her.”

He’s challenging me. Maybe I need to do this to get over Bailey. To move on from my infatuation.

I stand. “Fine. I will.”

I’m finally on my way home. After ultimately being uninterested in an extremely willing and attractive woman, I’m more stressed than ever. The guys were testing me, and I failed. I don’t want anyone but Bailey. They know it. I know it. The question is, what am I going to do about it?

I arrive home just after nine, meaning I won’t get to say goodnight to Harper. It’s rare, and I hate when it happens. My time with her is already cut in half. When I miss one of my nights it feels like double the amount of missed time.

I walk in through the garage and the entire first floor of the house is dark. I wonder where Bailey is. On the few rare occasions I’ve been late getting home, and Harper is asleep, I always find Bailey in the family room either watching a movie or reading a book.

The only light I see is in the stairwell leading to the second level. I quietly make my way upstairs and hear voices. In her sleepy voice, Harper asks Bailey, “Will you still be my nanny when your season is over? All through the school year?”

“If you’ll have me, sweet girl.”

I can’t help but wince at the nickname she calls Harper. It makes me cringe.

Harper whispers, “I don’t ever want you to leave. I love you.”

My heart melts for my little girl and how much Bailey has come to mean to her.

I hear Bailey sniffle as if Harper’s words clearly made her emotional. “I love you too, Harper. Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere. My season will be over tomorrow. Then we can spend even more time together.”

“Will you come to my championship game next week?”

“I sure will. Nothing could keep me away.”

“Do you think you’ll be the hero again tomorrow night?”

“My sister was the hero last night. Not me.”

“Daddy says you’re the real hero. Will you teach me that flip thing you did?”

Bailey lets out a laugh. “I’m not sure you can teach that. I was a little crazy for doing it. I think my adrenaline got the best of me.”

Harper giggles. “It was the coolest thing I ever saw in my life. Daddy and I replayed it on his phone a thousand times.”

“Throwing from the slot at seven years old is pretty cool too. I think you’ve finally got it down.”

“I’ve been doing what you told me. I’m visibilizing it.”

I hear Bailey giggle. “It’s visualize, not visibilize. You’ve got to close your eyes and imagine yourself doing the things you want to do.”

“I will. I’m going to visualize being a hero like you.”

“I have no doubt it will happen for you. Do you remember the softball phrase of the day?”

Harper responds, “Ducks on the pond. When two or three runners are on base. You say it to the batter to encourage them to knock in the runners.”

“Excellent.” I hear her kiss Harper. “It’s time for bed. It’s past time for bed. You need to rest up and eat well going into your big game next week.”

Harper lets out a huge, audible yawn. “Okay. Will you tell my daddy to give me a kiss when he gets home? Even if I’m asleep.”

“I sure will.”

I quickly tiptoe back downstairs. Without bothering to turn on any lights, I throw my jacket on a kitchen chair and pour myself a glass of Macallan. I swirl the amber fluid a few times before taking a much-needed sip.

It slides down with the smoothness only a fine whiskey can, immediately softening the edges I can’t seem to shake. Leaning back on the kitchen counter, I think about how strong my feelings have become for Bailey. Months ago, I never would have turned down what was being offered at the bar tonight. Now, the thought of touching anyone but Bailey disgusts me .

I run my fingers through my hair. What the hell am I going to do? This woman has implanted herself inside me. I can’t shake it. I can’t shake her.

Are the guys right? Should I go there? It seems like a disaster in the making, but it equally feels out of my control. I’m not sure she even wants me anymore. She doesn’t act like it.

A few minutes later, I hear Bailey walking down the stairs. She doesn’t notice me. I simply watch her as she walks into the family room and tidies it up. As always, she’s in spandex shorts and a tank top, revealing every perfect curve on her body.

She doesn’t turn on any lights. The large windows and full moon afford plenty of illumination in the open family room and kitchen spaces.

She bends over and places the now-folded blankets back into the basket next to the couch. Her ass is taunting me.

My cock didn’t get the memo I’ve been trying to send him. He stands at immediate attention.

Seemingly satisfied with the state of the family room, she makes her way to the kitchen. Despite the darkness, she notices me and gasps when she steps in. She clutches her chest. “Oh my god, Mr. Montgomery, you scared me. I didn’t realize you were home yet.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to disturb you and Harper. I could tell she was just about to fall asleep, and if I went in, it would upset the apple cart.”

She nods. “I understand. She wants a kiss when you can.”

I loosen my tie with my free hand. “I know. I will. Does she have water up there?”

Bailey shakes her head.

“I’ll leave her some water too. She gets so thirsty during the night. Did you two have fun?”

She gives me a genuine smile. I have this overwhelming desire to make her smile like that too.

“We did. We hit for hours, as always. She’s still working on throwing from the slot. I think she has it down pat.” She lets out a laugh. “My sweet girl is a hard worker.”

I can’t help but wince again at the nickname.

She notices and pinches her eyebrows together. “Does it bother you that I call her sweet girl? I don’t mean to overstep. If I’ve done anything to—”

“It doesn’t bother me for the reasons you think it does,” I interrupt.

She tilts her head to the side questioningly. “Then why does it bother you?”

I take a long sip of my whiskey. More than a sip. A gulp.

Looking her straight in the eyes, I admit, “Because I want to call you sweet girl.”

She sucks in a breath as her big eyes widen and her nipples immediately harden under the thin, tight material of her shirt. “I…I…I thought we discussed that anything between us would be a bad idea. A mistake. You said you don’t want me like that.”

I give a small nod. “It’s still a bad idea, a mistake, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to taste your sweet lips again. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to know if the rest of you tastes just as sweet. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to hear your moans as I give your tight little body a pleasure it’s never known.”

Her breathing picks up and her cheeks redden. I notice that she subtly rubs her thighs together as her eyes find the unmistakable bulge in my pants. One I don’t bother attempting to hide.

I see her then eyeball my drink. Holding up my glass, I ask, “Would you like some whiskey? It’s the good stuff.”

She slowly licks her lower lip. It’s not meant to be seductive; it just is. Everything about her seduces me .

She takes a few steps in my direction. I assume she’s going to reach for a glass in the cupboard, but she doesn’t. She stands directly in front of me. Her soft fingers brush against mine as they find their way around my glass. I release it, assuming she’s going to take a sip from it. Again, I assume wrong.

She removes the glass and places it on the counter next to me before standing on her tippytoes and then licking across my lips.

She settles her feet back down and tastes her lips with her delicate pink tongue. “Hmm. That is the good stuff.” Her eyes meet mine in a lustful look that fantasies are made of. “I think I’d like some more of that.”

The last of my restraint snaps as I turn us and use my body to cage her into the corner of the countertop with my face only inches from hers. “You have three seconds to stop me, sweet girl, because if you don’t, I won’t walk away this time.”

She smiles as she runs her hands up my chest. “I don’t want you to walk away this time. I didn’t want you to walk away last time.”

We stare at each other. She wants me every bit as much as I want her. Her cool demeanor of late was an act. I think we’re at the point where it’s unavoidable. The draw is too strong. And I’m done fighting it.

She grabs my tie and pulls me until our lips smash together. Her sweet taste is everything I remember it to be, but there’s nothing sweet about the way she’s kissing me back. Her tongue runs along my lower lip before sucking that lip into her mouth. This aggressive kiss is unexpected but more than welcome.

I give it right back as we deepen the kiss and our tongues explore each other’s mouths. The passion we’re sharing has my mind spinning. Perhaps it’s the months of longing. The buildup .

I squeeze her ass and pull her tight to my rock-solid erection. She moans into my mouth, causing my tip to leak like a damn teenager. I’m desperate to be inside her. There’s no stopping this now.

Grabbing the bottom of her tank top, I lift it up and off her body. Our lips break as her shirt passes through. I glance down and see her pink nipples just visible through her black lace bra. Her tits are round and perky. Slightly more than a handful. My mouth waters.

She looks up at me with all the confidence of the magnificent woman she is as she removes her shorts, leaving her in a matching lace thong. I run my eyes and fingers down her curves. The pads of my fingers brush against her soft flesh with a reverence I didn’t know I was capable of.

Perfect. That’s the only word to describe the woman in front of me.

I lift an eyebrow. “You just so happened to have on matching lace undergarments?”

She gives me a sexy smile and breathes, “I’ve been waiting for you to notice me.”

My brow furrows. She doesn’t understand. I cup her face with both of my hands. “Sweet girl, you’re all I see.”

She whimpers, “Tanner. I want you.”

She’s never called me Tanner. Is it wrong that I think I prefer Mr. Montgomery? There’s something dirtier and sexier about it.

I lift her so she’s seated in the corner of the countertop. She immediately spreads her legs in invitation.

Still standing tall, I take a deep inhale. “You’re wet for me. I can smell it.”

She nods as she squirms a bit. “Feel for yourself.”

I run my fingertips just under the waistband of her panties. Back and forth. Back and forth. Her skin is so warm and silky.

Tremors work their way through her body. Desire is written all over every inch of her.

I pull my fingers back out and move them down her panty-covered pussy before rubbing them over her covered center a few times. She’s soaked.

She wiggles. “Please touch me. I can’t wait any longer.”

Gently sliding her panties to the side, I slip a finger through and then into her heat. Her eyes flutter and she releases a nearly unrecognizable sound of pleasure. Her body constricts around my finger. She’s tight. Very tight.

After a few pumps, I pull my finger out and, without breaking eye contact, immediately suck it into my mouth. “Hmm. So damn sweet.”

BAILEY

I watch him lick my juices off his finger and nearly combust. I’ve never seen a man do that before. His eyes practically roll to the back of his head in ecstasy.

I’ve never wanted a man more than I want him right now. I pray he doesn’t stop this again. I don’t think I could handle it.

For the past several weeks, I’ve been playing it as cool as possible, per the advice of my sister. Acting unaffected by him. Acting disinterested when I’m anything but. I may have exaggerated evening plans a few times, making it seem as though I was going on dates. I also borrowed a few of Kam’s borderline erotic bikinis to wear in front of him.

Catching Tanner Montgomery staring at me has become my new favorite hobby. I’ve basked in his very apparent inner struggle. For some reason, tonight it snapped for him. At least I hope it has .

I can’t take the slow seduction anymore. I frantically move my hands to unbuckle his belt, but he grabs my wrists to stop me.

Oh no. He’s not going to go through with this.

But I’m wrong. Very wrong.

With his long fingers still wrapped around my wrists, tightly, he says something that I’ll never forget. “You may be used to being with undisciplined boys who fumble with excitement at the possibility of being with a woman like you. They may give you control, but that’s not how it is with me. I’m a real man and I like to be in control.” He pushes my hand between my legs and applies pressure to my pussy. “When you’re with me, you’re at my mercy. Tell me you understand.”

I’m dumbfounded, but I nod. I think I would promise him anything at this moment to make sure this happens.

In his deep voice, he gives me the approval I didn’t know I needed. “Good girl.”

For some reason, I’m panting. I haven’t moved in minutes, but I feel breathless. My heart is pounding so fast that it feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest.

His hands release my wrists and slowly skate up my back as he unclasps my bra. It falls away, freeing my breasts.

Cupping each, he breathes, “So fucking perfect.” He briefly tugs and twists each nipple, turning them into hardened peaks. It causes a slow throb to begin a steady pounding between my legs.

His fingers then find the waistband of my panties again. I momentarily bring my legs together and lift my hips as he slides them down my legs with no sense of urgency.

He’s so slow and controlled. I want to tear his clothes off, yet he meticulously and unhurriedly discards mine. My body is physically shaking in anticipation. I don’t know what he’s going to do next, and I’m here for it.

He removes his tie before instructing, “Put your wrists together and hold them out for me.”

Holy hell.

I do as I’m told, and he uses his tie to bind my wrists together in some sort of expert fashion. Why does he know how to do this so well?

He asks, “Have you ever been tied up before?”

I shake my head. I haven’t, but I’ve fantasized about it ever since I opened that chest all those weeks ago.

“I’ll be gentle tonight, but I still want you to have a safe word.”

“A safe word?” I question.

He nods. “If at any point I become too much for you, use your safe word.”

“What is it?”

He thinks for a moment before a small smirk finds his big lips. “I think I might like payoff pitch . It’s the ultimate decision, isn’t it?”

I smile at him using the phrase I had mentioned on the way to the camping trip. I whisper, “Okay.”

He manages to hook the tie to the handle of the cabinet above my head, leaving my arms suspended in the air. I’m naked and under his control. I’ve never been more turned on. My pussy is pulsing in anticipation.

His big hands cup the swells of my breasts as he bends and runs his tongue through my mouth. I attempt to deepen the kiss, but he pulls away and slaps my nipple. Hard.

I gasp but it causes a fluid to gush through my pussy.

He shakes his head. “No, no, no. I’m in control tonight. There may be times when I allow you to take some control, but that’s not tonight, sweet girl. Do you understand?”

I swallow and nod again.

He smiles at my answer before his tongue traces a line down my neck and chest until he reaches one of my nipples. He bites it, causing more moisture to pool between my legs. How can a person be this turned on?

Sucking my aching flesh into his mouth, he soothes the spot he just bit. I’m confident my nipples have never been this hard before .

His tongue then continues its downward descent. He mumbles into me, “So beautiful.”

Every inch he moves has my body thrumming. Throbbing.

Just as he’s about to reach the spot where I need him the most, he changes direction and moves back up my body.

He repeats the same down-and-up pattern over and over until I feel like one swipe of his tongue through me will push me over the edge.

I’m trembling, silently begging him to stop the teasing and put me out of my misery.

This time when his mouth meets mine, his fingers move through the drenched flesh between my legs. I can’t help but moan into his mouth.

“Is this where you want me, sweet girl? It certainly feels like it.”

I beg, “Yes. Please.”

He smiles. “It’s time for me to feast on you. Don’t come too quickly. I want to savor it.”

Fat chance of that. I’m already teetering on the edge.

He kisses his way down until he’s on his knees staring at the most intimate part of my body. I’ve never been more grateful to Kam for forcing me to go get groomed with her every few weeks.

He inhales deeply. “Spread your legs as wide as they can go. I want to see all of you bared to me.”

They’re spread wide but he manages to push them a drop wider. My feet are on the countertop. My arms are tied above my head. I’m truly and completely at his mercy. There’s something deeply sensual about it. I’ve turned over all control to him. And I’m not remotely scared about it. In fact, I think I love it.

He licks through me, and I swear if I wasn’t tied up, I’d slip right off this counter into a puddle on the floor. His tongue then sinks inside me while his fingers expertly work over my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure.

My orgasm is already at the surface. I can feel it about to explode through me. I moan, “Don’t stop. Oh god, please don’t stop.”

“Shh. No yelling. Not tonight.”

I have no control over my body, including the sounds coming out of my mouth.

He pulls his face away from my center. I shout, “No, don’t stop!”

“You’re loud, bad girl. I might have to take you over my knee and spank you.”

“Oh my god.” My body is shaking like a leaf. I’m like an addict in need of my next hit. “I’ll…I’ll try.”

His fingers sink inside me while his mouth crashes against mine. His thumb then takes over on my clit.

His tongue in my mouth drowns out my moans of ecstasy. The taste of me on him drives me wild. My orgasm builds back up in seconds. I’m about to come when he withdraws again.

I’m about to scream out when my eyes catch his. He wants to control me. He’s showing me who’s the boss. As long as he makes me come, he can have whatever he wants.

When he realizes I’m doing what he wanted, his fingers and mouth return to my body in the same fashion until a hurricane swirls around and then crashes through my body. I explode into a million pieces.

My vision has gone dark. My legs are numb. I can’t even wiggle my toes. My tied hands and Tanner’s weight on my body are the only things keeping me upright. I’ve never felt more depleted of energy or more satisfied in my life.

When my vision returns, Tanner’s shirt is unbuttoned and he’s unbuckling his belt. His chest is even sexier than I remember. He’s so broad and manly. “Tanner, I need to touch you. Please untie me.”

He stops his movements and slides the fingers that were inside my pussy into my mouth. “Who did we decide is in control?”

I mumble around them, “Y…you.”

“That’s right. ”

He couldn’t possibly move any slower as he finishes unbuckling his pants, then unbuttoning them, then unzipping them.

I whimper. I need him inside me.

“The more you wiggle and whine, the slower I’ll go. If you want my cock inside that pretty pink pussy of yours, stay still. Obey me, sweet girl.”

I do my best to remain still, though the tremors in my legs give me away. His lips simply curl in amusement when he takes notice. “It’s hard to be teased, isn’t it?”

He’s doing this on purpose. This is payback for my teasing him for the past few months.

I can only nod, unable to form words.

After removing a condom from his wallet, he finally pushes his pants and boxer briefs down enough for his cock to spring free. Calling it a cock isn’t really enough for what I’m looking at.

I play for a team called the Anacondas. I bet the person who named the team had no idea that there are men out there hiding them in their pants because that’s exactly what I’m looking at. I don’t think I can take him inside me. I’ve never been with anyone nearly that big.

As if reading my mind, he says, “Don’t worry, it will fit.” He gives himself a few long pumps. “Your tight pussy will take this and love every second of it.”

And then be ruined for life.

I watch as he rolls the Magnum condom down his cockasaurus rex. I suddenly have this urge to take him in my mouth, but I’m pretty sure it’s not happening right now.

“You’re licking your lips. You want to taste him, don’t you?”

I nod. “Yes.”

“Next time. For now, I need to be inside your pussy. I’ve dreamed of it every single night since we met.”

It gives me a little more confidence knowing that he’s wanted me as much as I’ve wanted him.

“Tell me, do you touch yourself thinking of me? ”

I breathe, “Yes.”

He smiles before he runs his tip through me. “Still so wet for me.”

Wet isn’t a big enough word. I’m like a bathtub faucet for him. I can feel it leaking down my inner thighs.

“Are you ready?”

I thrust my hips up. “So ready. Please. Now.”

He raises an eyebrow, giving me a chastising look. I quickly still my body.

He nods in approval. “Smart girl.”

He moves his hips forward until his tip enters me and, without breaking eye contact, pushes further and further into me.

A shudder works its way through my body. I can’t control it. He doesn’t stop though. He must know the effect he’s having on me.

I feel so full. Fuller than I’ve ever felt. I glance down and see that he’s only about halfway in. How is that possible?

Just as my eyes meet his again, he slams the rest of the way in. His mouth covers mine as I scream into it. Oh god, so deep. So full.

He stills inside me and begins to kiss me, likely allowing me a little time to get used to dino-dick.

After a minute or so, he breaks the kiss long enough to instruct, “Wrap your legs around me.”

With every ounce of strength I can muster, I do just that, locking my ankles at the curve of his narrow waist.

His hands grip my ass as he begins his heavenly thrusts inside me. I’m feeling a pleasure I didn’t know existed. It’s been less than a minute and I’m addicted. He could ask anything of me right now and I’d do it. Anything to keep this euphoric feeling going.

I arch my back and tilt my hips to give him the best angle possible. He lets out a groan. “My sweet girl likes it, doesn’t she?”

My mouth seals over his as I mumble, “Uhm-hmm.”

He continues plunging into me over and over again. I pull on my arms, still tethered above my head, dying to touch him but equally knowing that if I ask for it, I’ll never get what I want.

Without breaking our kiss or any strides of the deep fucking he’s giving me, he reaches up and releases my arms. My wrists are still tied together but at least my arms are free.

I’m able to touch his beard, his neck, and his sexy chest, covered with the same-colored dark hair that sits on his head. God, he’s sexy. I want to touch and lick every inch of him.

Eventually, I wrap my arms around his neck as the onslaught continues. My belly tightens, knowing another orgasm is closing in.

With each thrust of his hips, my body is lifted off the counter. I’m climbing the ascent with the peak in reach, but part of me doesn’t want to get there yet because the journey is so damn good.

As if sensing it, his mouth takes mine again to drown out my noises. The wave begins to crest, and I can’t hold back anymore, so I let go. It crashes down as the most intense orgasm of my life washes over me.

His tongue has to suck mine to keep my screams at bay, but as my orgasm recedes, his intensifies and he groans into my mouth. I suck his tongue this time to keep his loud final roar at a lower volume.

His thrusts slow until they eventually stop, though our mouths remain together. We’re both breathing loudly. I love his breath on me and in me.

Eventually, our lips peel back and it’s just his forehead on mine.

He breaks the silence first. “I knew this would happen.”

“You knew we’d have sex tonight?”

He shakes his head. “I knew if I had one little taste, I’d be addicted to you.”

I’m about to admit the same when we hear Harper’s voice at the top of the stairs. “Daddy? Are you home yet?”

He quickly pulls away from me with a worried look on his face. “Yes, bug. Need some water? ”

In a sleepy voice, she croaks out, “Yes.”

“Stay upstairs. Get back into bed. I’ll bring you some in a minute.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

He quickly disposes of the condom, pulls up his pants, buttons his shirt, and grabs a bottle of water. “I’ll be right back.”

I shake my head as I hold out my wrists. “Untie me and then go be with her. She’ll want a story to fall back asleep. I’m going to head out.”

His brow furrows while he releases my wrists from their confines. “I think we should talk about this. Don’t go yet. I want you to stay.”

I don’t want to come down from this high. What if he tells me that it’s a one-time thing? Or worse, a mistake. I couldn’t bear it. I want one night to bask in the afterglow of the best sex of my life.

I peck his lips and then begin to gather my clothes. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mr. Montgomery.”

He hesitates briefly before finally heading toward the stairs.

While he’s upstairs, I quietly dress, leave, and drive home. Flashes of what we just did play on repeat in my mind. My body is still pulsating with both excitement and contentment. There’s a delicious ache between my legs. The same goes for my lips, nipples, and wrists. That was more than sex, and I want more of it. More of him.

I quietly enter my apartment. Kam is, mercifully, fast asleep on the couch. She was probably waiting for me. She’s going to interrogate me in the morning. I’m glad I need to be at the Montgomery’s house early. Maybe Kam will still be asleep when I leave.

After laying a blanket on her, I head to my room. I should shower but I can still smell him on me. I’m not ready to let go of that yet. Even though I have to be up early, I decide that I’ll shower then. I want to smell him on me all night while I dream of him, though the real Tanner is much better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.