The loft lights were on, but I saw no signs of wild parties, so I didn't object when Reed pulled me straight into his house and up to his bedroom.

"Trust me?" he asked as he breathed against my neck.

I loved when he asked that because it meant my kinky Reed was back.

"Absolutely."

"I bought a few things that I want to try."

I didn't know entirely why those words caused such a reaction, but my panties were no longer absorbent. Reed had no problem getting them off and appreciating my need.

"I like you wet," he said after my dress disappeared, though he left my heels on.

Bedstraps and Velcro cuffs were my surprise. Reed brought out more bubbly before leaning me back on the bed.

"I love your legs and the high heels are icing on the cake," he said as he attached the cuffs around my ankles. He kissed my toes before spreading my legs and fastening the mattress straps to the ankle cuffs.

He stood back and looked at me before placing cuffs around my wrists, ignoring the mattress straps he'd secured; he put my hands above me. "Hold on tight and don't let go or I will strap your arms down too."

I was breathing hard, trying to catch up with the sensation of everything he did, and only managed a quick nod. With my legs spread, cool air met my drenched pussy, and I shivered. Reed poured champagne into a tall glass and spilled a little into my belly button, making me squirm and giggle. His tongue intensified the tickling sensation and he laughed with me until he poured the champagne over my pussy and let the cold liquid drip into my folds. His hot tongue moved lower and my hips rose from the bed. He resituated himself until his heavy forearm could press against my stomach, completely holding me down.

"Not fair," I said in a breathless whisper.

"No, but Christ, Jaycee, you taste so good."

"That's the champagne."

"Not even close." His finger entered mea slow, wet slide before withdrawing. He moved up my body and placed his finger at my lips. "Taste."

He was so incredibly kinky and uninhibited. He brought the same out in me. I licked his finger and tasted myself for the first time in my life. I smiled internally because the champagne's flavor came through too. He licked his finger when I was done, propped a pillow under my head and grabbed another one, placing it beneath my hips.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked after he had me arranged the way he wanted.

"Uhum," I managed in a dreamy voice that was no longer my own.

"Good, because in a few minutes you won't be."

My eyes widened, but he only laughed.

"Remember, you can always tell me to stop. I just don't think you will." He moved to the end of the bed then crawled between my legs. "I want to explain what I see down here."

"Reed." I couldn't help my embarrassment at those words.

"First," he ran one finger along the fold by my clit on the right side of my pussy. "You're deliciously pink and it reminds me of the perfect infield clay on opening day, because as I play you turn red down here." He continued to trail his finger slowly up and down. "You smell incredible too and sometimes, I smell this when you're fully clothed. I instantly go hard and wonder what I did to turn you on. Your cheeks get pink when I look at you and I know some naughty thought entered your head."

"Please, Reed." My disjointed breathing was too loud, but I couldn't control it.

"No, not yet, baby. I want you to understand what you do to me." The tip of his finger gently smoothed over my clit, causing pleasant shock waves to travel outward to other parts of my body. "This is the pitcher's mound, the pitcher controls the game."

For a few seconds, his tongue replaced his finger and my hips rose from the bed again. He laughed against my pussy, sending puffs of air over my wetness. "I'll buy more straps so I can hold your waist down next time."

I groaned.

He stopped touching my clit and moved to my center. "This," one finger entered, "is home plate. It's where the most important things in baseball happen. It's warm and comforting, and it all starts when the bat swings over the plate."

He was trying to kill me.

"Now I'm going to travel the bases." His tongue slid through my folds, circling my center and my clit.

I felt the slight scruff of his jaw on my inner thighs, creating a hotter burn. I needed more. Needed him to finish what he started. My groans and squirming were not making him go any faster.

His hands skimmed upward until he held the undersides of my breasts. "These are fly balls and it's important when playing outfield to never let one of these go by without catching it." He added pressure to both and laughed huskily. "Too bad these are in the outfield and won't work for a squeeze play." He went to a knee and leaned up over my body, sucking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth.

If this was what he did at ball games, I'd be damned if he was ever playing again. He moved down slowly, kissing my abs on his way.

"Let's review the rules, shall we?"

My head was twisting back and forth. "I'm going to kill you if you don't hurry."

"Baseball is a civilized game and I'd hate to have you ejected for unsportsmanlike conduct."

My heels sank into the bed as I tried to control my scream. His words, his husky voice, and, oh God, his lips were driving me wild.

His gravelly voice whispered across my flesh as he got back into position. "Bases are loaded, baby, with two outs." His tongue entered me. "It's a full count." He pinched my clit then added delicious pressure.

I had a feeling the more I objected the longer he would prolong the torture. It took every bit of control I had to relax, but I managed. Slowing my breathing was impossible, but I stopped fighting what he did to my body.

"Just like that, baby, I want it all." Two fingers entered me. "Let's see if I can hit a home run."

I'd shut my eyes in order to relax, though every nerve ending screamed for completion.

"Open your eyes for me, baby, or you'll miss the best play of the game."

I watched him rise above me, his cock suddenly filling me in one deep thrust. He held himself still, an intense look on his face, and there was no way I could shut him out.

"This is what you do to me every day, Jaycee, and when you come to my bed at night it's the bottom of the ninth. I'm so past ready for my time at bat and I can't help burying myself deep inside you."

The words "I love you" almost spilled from my lips, but I couldn't do that to him or to myself. Not now, at this moment.

"Hold on, Jaycee."

I wrapped my fingers around the bars of his bed. He moved back, sliding his length from inside me before impaling me again and again. I cried, I begged. He rode me until we were both past coherent speech and I loved every minute.

I loved Reed Tyler and my life would never be the same.