Over the Fence: Lyssa Layne's Baseball Romances by Lyssa Layne

see him walking in. The aroma of the expensive coffee lets me know this isn’t a dream.
    Jace sits beside me on the bed, giving me a soft kiss before handing over the caffeine. “Morning, beautiful.”
    I respond with a deep, playful kiss and wrap my arm around his neck, pulling him to me. I set the coffee on the nightstand as he crawls on top of me.
    “I guess last night wasn’t enough for you?” he teases.
    Last night was nothing short of amazing. I found out Jace’s entire body is hairless except for the faux-hawk on top of his head and the scruffy beard on his face. I was slightly embarrassed by the landing strip I sport, but Jace told me he could take care of it. My fingers discovered his Adonis belt and I saw in person the tattoos that adorned both sides of his rib cage and his inner biceps. The sight of his body alone could make a girl orgasm. My dreams were nothing compared to the real thing.
    Returning to his penthouse hotel room after dinner, I succumbed to our sexual tension. Him pleasing me, me pleasing him, our bodies finally together until he held me while I drifted off to sleep, something I haven’t done in years. I realized I’ve missed the intimacy of having someone sleep beside me as much as I’ve missed sex.
    He flips me over so I’m on top of him. His hands roam over the backs of my legs, pulling me to him. I feel his hardness pressing against my stomach and I grin because I’m not the only one still wanting more. The headline on the paper he carried in catches my eye. “Richards Steals the Win and the Woman” is printed above a picture of Jace pitching yesterday and the picture beside it is of us kissing in the parking lot.
    I frown and sit up, reaching for the paper. Jace’s hands glide over my chest as I skim the article, which basically states that Jace has stolen me away from Grant. He takes the paper from my hands and tosses it on the floor. “I don’t like to see you frowning.”
    I point to the paper when I say, “That’s not fair, it’s not what happened at all.”
    Jace sits up, sliding me down on his thighs so his erection neatly rests between my legs. He pushes my hair out of my eyes and nods. I look down at his perfect body as he only wears a gold chain necklace, his tattoos, and a few other piercings.
    “I know, baby, you two weren’t ever together. The reporters don’t care. They just want a good story.”
    I bite my lip. I guess that’s true, but still I don’t want to hurt Grant any more than I already have. “What happened on the field yesterday?”
    He rubs my thighs as he shrugs. “Adamson threw an inside pitch, we’ve all done it.”
    Furrowing my eyebrows, I ask, “Then why’d you charge the mound?”
    He sits up and kisses me softly. “Nikki, I’m not one to steal another man’s lady. I needed to talk to him where I knew no one else would hear us.”
    My jaw drops. Jace laughs and kisses me again.
    “Wh… what did he say?”
    His fingers run down my cheek as he tells me. “He told me not to believe everything I read, just like you did. You two think alike.” He laughs and continues. “Then he told me I’d better not hurt you or else.”
    He let me go that easily. I lean forward and kiss Jace, tugging at his bottom lip. He moans into my mouth and flips me on my back. I giggle as he teases me then quickly enters. I cry out in pleasure, forgetting all about Grant.
     
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    I finally pull myself away from Jace to meet my sister for brunch. As I walk into the lobby restaurant with the same clothes on from the night before, there’s no doubt that she’ll immediately know about my extracurricular bedtime activities. Sure enough, one look at me and her mouth is on the floor. I haven’t even sat down yet when she quips, “Colie Adger, I hope you used protection.”
    Crap, protection. We didn’t. What was I thinking? I sigh, I wasn’t thinking. I was lusting after Jace Richards just like every other woman in America. I wracked my brain trying to