Strike Out: Mustangs Baseball #6 by Roz Lee Page A

their careers, and he couldn’t continue to let that kind of behavior continue.
    “It is.”
    The short answer seemed to take the wind out of her sails. He could almost see the instant she remembered what she’d done. Her shoulders slumped, and the light went out of her eyes. All her enthusiasm over vintage woodwork evaporated in an instant.
    “Mr. Stryker—”
    “Don’t!” His barked command startled her, and she seemed to take a step back without actually moving. Damn. It was all he could do to remain seated when he really wanted to wrap her up in his arms and tell her everything would be all right. But, everything would not be fine. Not the way they were going. He lowered his voice. “Don’t apologize for what you did.”
    “But…it was wrong.” She couldn’t have wrung another syllable out of the last word if she’d run it through a wringer washing machine. She sounded as young as she looked.
    “Tell me again how old you are.”
    The change of subject caught her off guard, but only for a moment. “I’m twenty-five. Old enough to know better than to attack a man, especially in his place of employment. I promise—”
    “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.” The startled expression on her face confirmed what he already knew. The chemistry between them was too hot to ignore. She would have his dick in her mouth again. And he would fuck her every way he could think of. However, they weren’t going to do it at the stadium.
    Suddenly, he understood why he’d brought her to his home. He crooked his index finger at her. “Come here.”
    She took a few tentative steps forward then stopped.
    “Closer,” he urged until she stood perpendicular to his knees. He reached for her hand and she let him hold her fingers. “You behaved very badly today. If we’d been caught, we could have both lost our jobs.”
    She opened her mouth to say something, but a shake of his head and she pressed her lips into a tight line. He stroked his thumb over her knuckles. She was like a trapped animal, all wide-eyed and trembling. He knew the feeling. There was a lot at stake here. Not just their jobs, but so much more.
    “I’m going to punish you for what you did then we won’t speak of it again. Is my meaning clear?” For once, he’d stunned her speechless. “It’s a simple question. Do you understand that I am going to punish you? Yes or no?”
    “Yes. But—”
    “You want to know how I’m going to punish you.”
    She nodded. She wasn’t very articulate at the moment, but he would take his time. No one would disturb them tonight.
    “I’m going to spank you, Tricia.”
    Her eyes widened, and she visibly shrank back from him.
    He tightened his hold on her fingers—his only point of contact. If she wanted to run, she easily could. “You were a very bad girl, and you must be punished for your actions—by me or by someone else.”
    Royce waited for her to absorb the implications of his statement. If he told the team management what she’d done, she would be gone in the blink of an eye. Of course, he’d be gone, too, but she didn’t have to know the Mustangs would assign more blame to him than to her.
    “You aren’t going to report me?” She couldn’t have sounded more surprised if he’d told her he was going to strap a rocket to her back side and launch her to the moon.
    “No. I intend to spank you until you can’t sit down, then we’ll forget today ever happened.” At least the first part was true. The second half of his statement, not so much. He’d never had any kind of sex in a baseball stadium, unless he counted the time in high school when he’d coaxed the head cheerleader to the baseball field one night during a dance on campus. He’d copped a feel before she slapped him and left him standing in the visitor’s dugout with a hard-on in his pants and the imprint of her fingers on his cheek. He hadn’t forgotten, and he damn sure wasn’t going to forget getting a blowjob in a supply closet