The Game Changer (The Perfect Game 2)

“Fuck. Yes, Jack. Oh my God. ” I gasped as my body shook and trembled with excitement. The heat rushed all through me, my body throbbing as Jack worked himself into a frenzy.

“Fuck, Cassie. You’re so fucking hot. ” His mouth sucked at my breasts, taking them into his mouth between his teeth. I grabbed his hair, pulling at it lightly as I moved my body with his. He hardened even more inside me, still working in and out as he pushed in deep one last time. Grunting loudly, he exploded inside of me, pulsating with each small thrust.

He pulled out slowly before collapsing next to me. “Go pee. I know you have to. ” I swatted his shoulder before hustling from the bed into our bathroom.

A moment later, I joined him back in bed, pressing my head against his chest as he wrapped an arm around me. “While we’re on the subject of safety…”

“We’re not on the subject of safety,” I teased before continuing, “anymore. ”

His chest rose up and down sharply, my head moving with it. “I think we should look into getting a new place. Not that this isn’t great, but I think we can afford something a little bigger with a full-time doorman. ”

I couldn’t fight the fact that I’d been thinking the exact same thing. And I would feel much more secure having a full-time doorman instead of a part-time one only at night. “I’ve thought about that too. ”

“We could look somewhere closer to Central Park if you wanted. ” My insides fluttered to life at his suggestion. I adored Central Park and wanted to live near it initially, but couldn’t afford a place on my own. At least not where I looked. Before I answered, he added, “I know it’s farther from your office—”

“It’s not that much farther,” I interrupted, lifting my head from his chest. “I mean, it is, but I don’t care. I love Central Park, especially the area near the Plaza Hotel. How’d you know that??

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He grinned like a mischievous Cheshire cat. “Your pictures online for the magazine. ”

I remembered the photos I’d taken of the park and its surroundings when I first moved here. “Oh, right. Back when you were stalking me. ”

Without any real effort, he pounced, twisting and turning my body at his whim. I was on my back before I could even think. “Yeah. When I was stalking you, Brat,” he said, sitting on me. “You took a picture of that fountain and that really pretty hotel. Or at least your pictures made it look pretty. ”

I smiled, trying to push him off me, but my moves were useless against him. “That’s the Plaza Hotel. It doesn’t need me to make it look pretty. It’s amazing, and I’m quite sure I’m in love with it. ”

“I still haven’t seen any of that stuff, you know?” He pinned my arms above my head before inching his face closer to mine. “You’re a bad host. ” His lips brushed against my lips, softly at first before he deepened the kiss. Emotions and heat swirled inside me.

Thank God I was already lying down because my knees would have buckled completely the instant he started that kiss. I struggled to remember what we were talking about before he erased all my thoughts. “Host? I’m not a guy, and you’re not my visitor. You live here now. ”

A gorgeous dimple flashed on each cheek. “True. But I still think you should show me around. I have Thursday off. ”

“Well, I don’t. I have to work. ”

“So call in sick,” he suggested, and my temper started simmering. “It’s my only day off this month. ”

“I’m not calling in sick!” I shoved at him, and he relented. Sliding his body from mine, I pushed up from the bed into a sitting position. “Wait. Is Thursday really your only day off this whole month? Seriously?”

His head cocked to the side, sympathy glimmering in his eyes. “We only get two days off a month, Kitten. And they’re usually travel days. ”

“That’s insane,” I said, my shock taking over. “I mean, I knew you were gone half the month for games, but I guess I never realized that you didn’t have any real days off. ” Jack’s baseball schedule wasn’t his fault. It’s not like he controlled it. It was one more thing to adjust to in our new life together.

He shrugged. “I know it’s a lot. But listen. ” He reached for my hands. “I have Thursday off. I would love to go look at new places if we have time, and I want you to show me some of your favorite spots in the city. OK? Maybe you can take a half day?” His thumb caressed my hand. As if sensing my hesitation, he added, “We’ll make this work. ”

“I know. It’s fine. ” I attempted to mask my concern.

“No, it’s not. What’s wrong? What are you worried about? Is it the other girls?”

I shook my head. “No, it’s not that. At least, not right this second. ” I faked a smile. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s just that we’ll barely see each other for the next few months?”

“You could always quit your job and come with me. Then we’d never be apart. ” He smirked as my stomach dropped and my pulse quickened.

“Don’t say that. You know I hate when you say shit like that,” I warned as heat rushed to my cheeks.

“Ah, Kitten. I’m just messing around. ”

“Well, don’t,” I snapped, my tone harsh and laced with bitterness. This wasn’t the first time Jack had mentioned me not working. I flashed back to meeting Gran and Gramps for the first time when he’d said the same thing. “Not with my job, OK? It’s important to me. I want to work. And if that means we don’t get to be together that often during your season, then,” I shrugged again, “I guess we won’t be together that often. ”