26. Amber #2
He ate me out with a furious passion and my thighs shook hard around his head when he flicked my clit with his tongue for the final push.
My body was goo after the second orgasm but he didn’t stop there.
He lifted me up and carried me to his room, carefully setting me on the bed.
“I love your body, Amber. Your perfectly small tits.” He bent down and kissed each nipple, slowly sucking it into his mouth. “Your curves.”
He licked down the center and ended between my legs. “Your pussy—sweet god, it’s perfect. These legs.” He kissed each thigh and came back up to my mouth. “I love making you feel good.”
I blinked back tears at the tenderness in his voice and when he put on a condom and slid into me, it felt different. This was slow, the way he kissed me between each thrust, and told me how beautiful I was. It was almost like…we were making love.
Everything slipped from my mind as our bodies sweated against each other and I wrapped myself around him tight when he convulsed, groaning out my name.
It was sweeter, gentler and unlike anything I had experienced.
I leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, as a thank you, and I was met with a goofy smile. “That was…”
“I know,” he said, kissing me on the mouth again. “Let me get you a shirt to sleep in. I’m not done with you tonight.”
It was difficult leaving a sleeping Jeff. His eyelashes fanned over his cheek and my heart lurched at the strength of my feelings for him. I brushed his hair out of his face and he stirred, opening his sleepy eyes and smiling. “Morning.”
“Morning to you,” he said, before yawning. “Where you sneaking off to?”
“My meeting with the dean.”
“Right.” He groaned and tried to sit up, but I stopped him.
“It’s early. Sleep. I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Call me after.” He moved and cupped my chin with his hand. “Be careful.”
“I will.” I leaned into his hand and bent my head to kiss him. He hummed against my mouth and it took all my effort to not turn into a silly girl gushing over how much she liked a guy. “We can meet up later, yeah?”
“As soon as I get out of practice, I’ll be over.”
I smiled at him, wishing I could stay in the warmth of his bed but knowing I couldn’t.
I ran home to freshen up and change into my business outfit—black slacks and a red button-down.
It made me feel professional and I even listened to my pump-up tunes on my walk to the building.
My professor had helped set up the meeting last week so there was nothing worrying about this meet-up—if this guy was involved in the entire scandal.
I wanted to know how recruitment worked, who handled the money and if athletes were monitored.
Like were these fake-athletes still paying for a spot in school, without having anything to do with sports?
The thought angered me but I masked my emotions when I entered the pristine building located on the northern part of our campus. A very perky woman glanced up at me from behind the welcome desk and smiled. “Hello there.”
“Hi, I’m here to meet with Dean Sanders.”
“Sign in, please.” She indicated the clipboard and I hesitated before writing my name.
It was stupid to feel under watch, but the hairs on the back of my neck tingled.
Is my uncle here? I looked discreetly around the foyer, hoping like hell I didn’t see the familiar dark hair, and released a pent-up breath when it was just us.
I printed my name and gave her a tight smile.
“Thank you, Ms. Henderson. Go on through the doors and his assistant will direct you.”
I followed her directions, pushed open the door and the air left my lungs when Tony, my uncle’s friend , stood against another welcome desk in a charcoal suit.
I ducked my head down, pretending to look at something on the ground, and tried to think of what to do.
He either works here or is visiting. Both were equally troubling and my heart was in my throat.
Maybe he won’t recognize me. Thirty seconds went by and I was still crouched on the floor, pretending to tie a shoelace that didn’t exist, and I stood tall.
It wasn’t as though he could do anything about it here, in front of people, but just as I stood, someone reached out and gripped my arm. “Come with me.”
The head baseball coach had a look that would make the bravest player cower.
The intensity of his face had me nodding and I followed him out through the doors I’d entered a minute ago.
We walked past the welcome desk and through another set—where Dean Sanders sat with a forlorn look.
“Ms. Henderson, just the person we were looking for.”
“What’s going on?” I yanked my arm out of the coach’s grip and tried to analyze the situation.
My gut churned at the possibilities. They’re in it together and going to blackmail me.
Or blackmail Jeff. Or the team. Or threaten me.
I prepared for all the possibilities. “Regardless of what either of you say, the article is getting published. There is not a threat or offer that will sway me.”
Dean Sanders smiled and chuckled. “You weren’t kidding. She is headstrong.”
The coach relaxed into a chair but leveled his gaze with me. “You’re going to want to sit down.”
“I’ll stand, thank you.” I gripped the edge of the leather seat. “Well?”
“We need you to wait a couple more weeks before you post the article.”
“And why would I do that? To give you time to cover your asses?”
“Ha, no.” Dean Sanders shared a look with the coach. “You and Jeff Maddow aren’t the only ones aware of what’s going on. What we’re about to tell you… It must stay here.”
“Why would I agree to that?”
“This affects Jeff. You want to help him, don’t you?”
“Why don’t you tell me what you know first, hm?” I fired back, hoping they couldn’t see how hard my fingers shook. If something happened to Jeff…I couldn’t handle it.