Walking over, I wrap my arms around him, and he bends down to kiss me sweetly.
“Funnel cake?” he mumbles against my lips, and I immediately perk up.
“Oh, you really do know the way to a woman’s heart.”
“There’s only one woman’s heart I want.”
God, the things he says are like something out of a romance book. How could I have gotten so lucky?
“Keep buttering me up like that and I might share some of my funnel cake with you.”
I wink at him, but I’m a little bit serious, too. I grab his hand, pulling him behind me as I lead us over to where they’re selling them.
* * *
By the end of the game, the Yankees have won and I’m nearly hoarse from singing and cheering. I never thought going to a baseball game could be so much fun, but I should have known with Oz, everything is better than I imagined.
When we walk toward the exit, Oz pulls me in the other direction. “This way, baby. One more stop before we go home.”
He leads me down a hallway, and to a set of elevators, after a second the doors open and I’m surprised to see his mom.
“There’s my guy!” Vivien beams, and reaches out, giving him a warm hug. “Excellent pitch. I’m sure you could hear my instructions from the box.” She lets go of him and turns, pulling me in the same embrace. “Mallory, you two looked adorable cuddled up down there. So sweet of you two to walk me out.”
“I didn’t know you were here.” I smile back at her. She looks adorable in her navy slacks and Yankees cardigan.
“Oh, Oz got me season box seats. What can I say, my blood bleeds Yankee blue.” She gives me a little smirk, and it’s then I can see such a resemblance between mother and son.
“Just thought I’d walk you to the car and listen to you tell me how amazing my pitch was,” Oz says, holding his arm out for his mom.
“Always searching for a compliment.” Vivien rolls her eyes. I really do love this woman.
We walk out front to where her driver is waiting and she reaches up to give Oz a kiss on the cheek. She gives me one too, but before she pulls away she whispers in my ear.
“I’ve never seen him smile so much. Thank you, Mallory.”
With that, she steps back and Oz helps her into the back of the car. Once the door is closed the driver takes off, and we walk a little farther down to where Oz’s limo is waiting.
“What did she say to you?” he asks, squeezing my hand affectionately.
“She said I looked good in Yankee blue, too.”
He laughs, and the sound tickles my ears. His smile is big, and his dimples are full-on showing, and I realize that there’s not much I wouldn’t do to keep this sight before me.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Mallory
* * *
I stretch lazily in the bed, loving the smell of Oz wrapped around me. I’m on my back in his bed, with his head between my breasts and a leg thrown over the both of mine. I’ve gotten used to sleeping with his weight on me now, to the point that I don’t know if I could sleep without him.
Hearing a faint knock, I stop stretching to listen. After a moment, the knock comes again.
“Oz, I think someone is at the door.”
“Mmm?” he hums, burying his face farther into my cleavage.
His hips thrust forward, and his heavy length is against my thigh. My pussy automatically clenches, wanting to accommodate his insatiable need.
This time when the knock comes, it’s louder. Oz looks at the bedside table and checks the time.
“It’s nine-thirty. They can wait,” he grumbles, then stuffs his face directly back into my breasts.
I laugh and push at him but don’t move him an inch.
“Who’s here?”
“Someone who’s cock blocking,” he says, moving his big body over mine.
Without taking his face away from where he’s nuzzling, he knees my thighs apart and pushes his cock against my opening. He’s not even fully awake and he’s demanding entrance. I wrap my legs around him, opening up for what he wants, and he plunges inside me all the way to the root.
“Good morning, baby.” His words are muffled by my nipple, which he’s now sucked into his mouth.
His thick cock spreads me wide as he begins to thrust in and out. There’s another knock, but now I’ve stopped caring because he’s inside me and nothing else in the world matters when we are connected like this.
Suddenly, the landline beside the bed rings, and Oz lets out a growl. He thrusts hard into me one time before reaching out and grabbing it.
“What?” he shouts, still buried balls deep inside me.
I hear someone speaking into the phone but can’t make out what they’re saying. After a second, Oz puts his hand over my mouth and moves again. My eyes grow wide with shock that he’s fucking me while he’s on the phone. But for another, darker reason, I’m soaking wet because of it.