She’s here. Royce let the door close behind him and headed for the locker room. After the way he’d treated Tricia the previous evening, he hadn’t been at all sure she would show up today. And if she did, there was a good chance she would go straight to management and file sexual harassment charges against him. Royce changed into a pair of shorts, but since he wasn’t scheduled to pitch, he wore briefs underneath instead of a jock strap. The difference between the two was all in his head. If he believed there was more fabric between him and Tricia, then there was. He’d need every trick in the book to get through an afternoon with her and not touch her. Spanking her was supposed to cleanse her from his system. His promise of forgive and forget had been a load of bullshit. He’d never forgive her for barreling into his life and turning it upside down, and there was no way in hell he would forget the way her mouth had felt on him or the way she’d looked—on her knees while she sucked him off.
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