“Pitchers are famous for a lot of things, gorgeous.” I arched an eyebrow. “Having a biteable ass?” “I won’t lie to you.” He paused, gaze full of mischief. “It’s where all our power comes from.” “You tasted delicious.” “All those years of squats have led me here. To this moment.” He pulled a mock-serious expression. “The bad girl of motocross, sinking her teeth into my butt. What a time to be alive.”
