You had been working for the Dodgers' social media team for a little over a year now. You absolutely loved your job, the excitement of the games, the buzz in the stadium, and the chance to work with some of the most talented athletes in the world. Tonight was no different. After another thrilling game, you were in your office inside the social media office, surrounded by monitors and the hum of computer fans, putting together posts and updates for the team's social media channels.
The office was quiet after everyone else went home except for the occasional cheers echoing from the last of the fans leaving the stadium. Your fingers flew over the keyboard as you selected photos and videos, crafting the perfect posts to capture the excitement of the night. You were so engrossed in your work that you didn’t notice the door to the office creak open.
Anthony, a star reliever pitcher and a popular member of the bullpen dawgs and your boyfriend, slipped into the room. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched you work, your back to him. He moved silently, sneaking up behind you. His presence went unnoticed until you felt a gentle tug on the waistband of your underwear.
“Hey there beautiful,” Anthony’s voice was a low, playful whisper in your ear.
You jumped, your heart skipping a beat. “Anthony! You scared the shit out of me!” you exclaimed, turning to face him, a smile spreading across your lips.
He grinned, his hands resting on your hips. “Sorry, I couldn’t resist. You looked so focused, I couldn't miss my shot.”
“Well, someone has to keep our fans updated,” you teased, turning back to your computer screen, trying to focus on the task at hand despite his proximity.
Anthony’s hands didn’t leave your hips. Instead, they began to roam, sliding up your sides and down to your thighs. “You work too hard princess,” he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck.
Your breath hitched as he continued his teasing. “Anthony, I really need to finish this,” you tried to protest, though your resolve was weakening with each passing second.
“Just a little break,” he whispered, his hands slipping under your shirt, fingers grazing your skin. “You deserve it.”
"We can't" you pulled away "what if someone catches us?"
Anthony's hand found it's way to your chin lifting it so you looked him right in the eyes "No one is in the social media room. Security is starting their walk around the stadium at the other side of the stadium, theres no cameras in here, it's your office" he pointed out, his hands pulling your shirt up.
"Anthony..." you began, your voice a little shaky, but Anthony only leaned closer, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Shhh, just relax, baby Im just playing."
Anthony lifted you from your seat, taking your spot before sitting you on his lap his hands sliding down your shoulders, thumbs massaging the tense muscles there. His touch was gentle at first, but it didn’t take long for him to let one hand wander down, slipping under her shirt to caress your back.
Your breathing quickened, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as you felt the warmth of one of Anthony’s palm spread across your lower back. Meanwhile, his other hand had taken to teasing the waistband of your underwear, pulling it slightly and letting it snap back against you skin.
"You like that, don't you?" Anthony murmured into your ear, his voice low and smooth.
You bit your lip, nodding almost imperceptibly. You could feel Anthony chuckling against your neck as he continued to toy with you, his fingers slipping just under the fabric of your underwear.
You squirmed slightly, caught between his touches, the heat building within you as he continued . Your mind was spinning, your body reacting to every touch, every whispered word. You felt Anthony's thumb rubbing circles around your clit while his other hand slid up your back, stopping at back of where your bra clipped.
