Maid For Beckett Catching The Baseball Legend’s Heart novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87

-Andi-

My breath catches in my throat as Beckett smiles down at me. He liked what he heard. He liked that very much.

I felt in his touch as he cupped my face, his thumb warm on my cheeks, brushing just beneath my eyes. His gaze roamed over my face, committing to memory whatever he was seeing right now. The more we share moments like this, the more I get attached to him. My chest was fuzzy and my belly was tingling.

There was something different in the way he touched me now. He’s more certain, less restrained. He’s calmer and more relaxed around me, as if he was allowing himself to be unchained by the what if that’s bounding our current status.

“I can visit you whenever I want,” he said, demanding in a way that his lips were curving to a smirk.

I giggled. “You found us a place to stay. Technically, it’s still yours.”

“Yes or no, Andi,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my lips. How does he expect me to think straight when we are this close and he’s touching me like this, like he wanted to ravage me? This is so unfair. He’s using dirty tactics!

“Y…. yes,” I stuttered. My lips were already tingling as he lowered his face to mine.

He was such a tease. His lips were just hovering over mine, his breath mingling with mine. “That wasn’t hard, right?”

I groaned and fisted the fabric of his shirt, pulling his lips down to mine. I moaned at the sensation of his lips closing around mine. The bitter taste of coffee and the smell of his shaving cream were something I never thought I would enjoy.

Beckett smiled and coiled a hand around my waist, drawing my body impossibly close. I can’t imagine how he could function well with that hard–on between his legs. He was as stiff as a pole and the material of his joggers didn’t help hide how massive his erection was.

I am sure now that Beckett has a thing for doors, because he pushed me against the office door, caging me with his body. The kiss escalated faster than I expected, because Beckett was already trailing kisses down my neck, picking up where we left things off last night.

I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I stared at the ceiling. Beckett was working his magic because I could see stars in broad daylight.

A gush of hot liquid rushed through my center when Beckett nipped my earlobes, his other hand squeezing my breast I whimpered as I felt a tightening start to build up inside me.

This can’t happen. I’m not ready for this.

I swallowed. My heart was beating so hard it felt reckless to answer even to tell Beckett to stop. He heard me. Despite the lust clouding my thoughts, Beckett stopped so abruptly as if my body burned him.

“I’m sorry,” he stepped away and raked his hair with his fingers.

My legs were trembling, but I squeezed my thighs together as shivers raced up my spine. I strugglest to discern whether In glad he stopped or disappointed he stopped. I really need to get my head out of the gutter and start thinking clearly

“Andi…”

“Hm?” I was biting the insides of iny cheeks as I met Beckett’s gaze.

“I’m sorry. I got carried away again,” he murmured, but the smirk on his lips told me a different story. He was starting to

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hold power over me, and he knows that. This was becoming more dangerous by the minute.

I narrowed my eyes on him. “I might change my mind if you don’t stop getting carried away.”

He chuckled and cupped my face again, planting a peck on my lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

We walked back to the kitchen together, his hand warm and steady at the small of my back. Siobhan looked up the moment we entered, her sharp eyes flicking between us. She didn’t say anything–but the slight lift of her brow was louder than her silence.

She got that knowing look, like she knew something had happened; she’s just not sure if it was what she thought had happened.

Beckett carried my backpack himself, slinging it over his shoulder as he walked us to Siobhan’s car.

‘Call me,” he said. “The moment you get home.”

I nodded, and there was a charge in the air as he stared at me. He knew he couldn’t touch me in front of Siobhan. We haven’t talked about that yet, and I’m surprised he stayed true to his words.

‘Bye,” I said and waved at him. He stepped back so Siobhan could close the windows.

As the wheels of the car rolled away from the mansion, Siobhan started bombarding me with her questions. We haven’t even rossed the gates.

‘So,” she said calmly, eyes forward. “What changed his mind?”

As if on cue, my cheeks burned. I had to look away to hide the smile on my face, but who am I to think I could hide anything from Siobhan?

‘Oh my God,” she muttered, almost squealing like a schoolgirl. “I knew it. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later.”

She demanded details immediately, and I tried to tell her everything I could without spoiling the blooming romance I have with my boss. I trust Siobhan, truly, but there was a part of me that wanted to keep this private, just for a while.

Siobhan had three questions with every answer I offered her. Good thing that the ride to the city wasn’t enough to unpack everything that had happened between Beckett and me. Thank god.

When Beckett told me the house was better than our trailer home, I thought of a one–bedroom apartment on the outskirts of the city. That was an understatement.

It was a three–bedroom home in a gated subdivision. The neighborhood was quiet and clean. No construction site sends dust floating to our house 24/7. The lawn alone was big enough to swallow our old trailer five times over. A white fence wrapped neatly around the property, framing a stretch of green grass that looked softer than my bed.

There was a patio with a swinging couch and potted flowers lining the rail.

That’s gonna be Mom’s favorite part of the house. I just know it

She was in the small garden by the side of the house, wearing a wide–brimmed sunshade hat, gloved hands holding a garden shovel, and a plant pot. She saw us, and her smile was wide and brighter than the sun. She already looked healthier than the last time I saw her.

Siobhan declined my invitation to come in, insisting she needed to get back to the office She gave me the day off and told me to take care of my online class and settle in

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was already at school, and Mom couldn’t stop talking about the rooms, the roof that didn’t leak, the hot and told

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shower, and the fact that we finally had space to breathe

I smiled and nodded, but something in my chest tightened. This place was supposed to be temporary, but Mom was already thinking of this place as permanent

Mom showed me my room, and it was a dream just having my own bed was enough for me. I don’t even mind if we sleep in a double deck again. But I understand why Mom liked this place. This was something we never thought we could have

This house was everything I’d ever wanted for her.

And I promised myself I would earn it. I’d work hard for Siobhan, finish the course, pay Beckett back for the rent–every cent. I refused to be the girl who took and took without standing on her own feet.

I grabbed my bag, ready to head back into the city to look for a secondhand laptop. My budget was tight, but I was hopeful That was when my mom called from downstairs

“Andi” she said, voice puzzled “There’s someone here for you

Something in her tone made me rush out of my room, and when I saw who was standing in our living room. I frowned

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