When Lily Langston goes to a game with her best friend. The last thing she ever thought to happen was being hit in the face with a ball.
But what left her even more shocked was when the guest pitcher himself, the known ruthless billionaire Hayes Gr...
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The nightclub we entered was swaying. Flashing lights took over the dance floor, and as I entered, a tray of shots made its way towards me.
I take one, downing it, and the tequila burns my throat, but I go for another. "Alright, slow down, cowboy, I'm not helping you if you vomit." He says and I lift another shot in spite and down it.
Then, like a child, I back away and go into the sea of people on the dance floor as he watches. I find a group of drunk girls and begin dancing with them to ABBA. My hips sway to the music, and I find myself in my own world.
It was my version of Mama Mia, the slightly tipsy one. But when I felt two hands on my waist, I immediately turned, and there he stood. "You can't dance," I say, surprised, and he glares at me.
"Who says?" He yells slightly above the music.
"The one attempt at the wedding when your mom dragged you out." he takes my hand, spinning me out, pulling me back in, and dipping me down.
"Wow, you got the moves," I muse, and with that, I'm lifted, twirled, thrown under, and pulled back over into his chest. "What the fuck."
"Used to dance with my grandma as a kid." His words make no sense to me because there was no way his grandmother was moving like that. The music beats louder, and I feel lingering gazes. His hands ran down my waist and towards my butt. Then I'm twisted, and my back faces his front as I'm behind him. His hands run up my body and clutch my boobs.
My head rests against his chest, and my hand squeezes his arm. I turn back to him, and without a second thought, his lips mesh into mine. My arms wrap around his neck, and I'm lifted.
Fuck. He was a good kisser.
I was taken away from the sea of people and the club itself, and I stayed in this position. My body wrapped around his as he carried me out, and eventually, we found ourselves at the villa.
His lips brush my ear, and then his teeth graze my collarbone, and my back hits the bed. My dress is removed, and he stands over me, analyzing me in my white lingerie, and then I unclasp my bra.
He stares at me. "I'll let you do anything if you just touch me now," I whisper. I was needy, I'd been needy because my stress had been overbearing and with Jake off limits. I'd been dying on the inside, and now that makes me sound like a sex addict, but I needed it.
"On your knees." I stare at him, unsure for a moment, and he tilts his head. I follow in pursuit and get on my knees. "Now bend and bite." He goes into his bag, and a bandana is given to me.
"Bite on this." I accept the black bandana and bend. My legs are quickly parted and as I look over I freeze, holy shit. I think I might just die. Jake was big, but this was intimidating. I sensed the disarray between my legs, and as he quickly spread them apart, my breath caught, and I tightened my grip on the sheets. Without hesitation, he fully entered me, prompting an elicited gasp from my lips.
