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

minutes before he had to take the mound.
    “I’m not a child.” She’d regained some of her natural spunk. Good. But it wouldn’t sway him. She wouldn’t get off the hook so easy, and he wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to get his hands on her bottom, either.
    “You’re an adult. You behaved impulsively, and now you’ll accept your punishment like an adult.”
    He let the silence stretch out while she thought through her options—of which there were none as far as he was concerned. He’d wanted to get his hands on her ass ever since he walked in and saw her bending over the desk.
    She would be a terrible poker player, he decided. Thoughts and emotions flitted across her face like messages on a digital billboard as she worked it all out in her impressive mind. She was physically beautiful, no doubt about it, but her incredible intellect was the biggest turn on of all. As a scientist, she understood the best discoveries came when a person kept an open mind. She might not know everything she liked or didn’t like, but she would be willing to test any theory.
    He gambled on her natural curiosity, and prayed she wouldn’t turn him in for sexually blackmailing her—or worse. An assault charge would end his career faster than he could swat her butt.
    One transparent thought at a time, she slowly came to the conclusion he knew she would.
    “What do you want me to do?”
    “Pull your shorts down then lay across my lap.”
    The pulse in her throat jumped, and the fingers he still held in his hand twitched. He rubbed his thumb over her knuckles. “You can still change your mind.”
    As he suspected, she took his comment as a challenge. She jerked her fingers free. He tried to keep his eyes on her face, but as soon as he heard the zipper slide down, nothing short of a blindfold would have kept him from looking.
    “Panties, too.”
    She didn’t argue, just worked her thumbs beneath the second layer of fabric and pushed. Inch by delicious inch, her creamy skin was revealed only to disappear as her T-shirt fell back into place. When her bare mound came into view, he almost went into cardiac arrest. He hadn’t expected her perfect cleft to be so blatantly on display.
    Before he could stop himself, he raised his hand to stop her shirt from dropping to cover her. Hands still on the waistband of her shorts, she froze.
    “God, you’re beautiful.” He’d never meant anything so much in his life. A line of pink cleaved the slight mound of ivory flesh at the juncture of her thighs. He could only imagine how lovely her womanhood would be, flowered open to him. Already at attention, his dick jerked in protest at being denied access to her.
    A slight tremble along her body brought him back to his senses. He wasn’t going to fuck her. Not today. Not ever. He’d spank her, in part to indulge his need to touch her, and in part to remind them both their relationship had to remain professional.
    “That’s good.” Her shorts were at mid-thigh. “Show me your ass.” He patted his lap to indicate where he wanted her. After a heartbeat of hesitation, she draped herself across him, her hands going out to steady herself against the floor.
    Placing his left hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in place, he took a moment to enjoy the view. Her ponytail had fallen forward, exposing the graceful length of her neck leading to the knot at the top of her spine. Beneath his hand, her lungs filled and emptied at a steady rate. Fuck. She was calmer than he was.
    “Have you ever done this before?”
    “N-no. Have you?”
    “Fuck, no.” His gaze moved to her bottom. Her Mustangs T-shirt covered everything down to the twin creases pointing to forbidden territory. Willing his hand not to shake, he caressed her thigh then slowly inched his way up, taking the red fabric higher, exposing her perfect globes. Knowing he was making a huge mistake, he cupped her right cheek and squeezed. His dick jumped, and his balls tightened. Christ, he