Chapter Thirty Six

“I'm glad you want me too, Kelly. And you can have me. You can have anything, baby. Any damn thing you want.” He clenched his teeth as he slid deep into her with one long stroke. He was buried inside, and still, Dimitri felt the burning desire for more. He began stroking in and out, loving the feel of her heated moisture gliding seamlessly along his rigid dick. He closed his eyes and let the pleasure overtake him while one word echoed in his mind repeatedly: damn.

In one night, Kelly Darcy might have completely damned him.

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"Seriously, are we going to be going out together like this now?" Kelly asked Dimitri, "I thought we were supposed to be keeping this thing between us a secret"

They were at a baseball game, and it was everything Kelly had dreamed it would be. Dimitri had bought them nosebleed seats at a game the Cubs were about to lose. And even if she a little worried about them being together outside like this, it didn’t really matter.

She was so excited to be in the crowd, experiencing live Major League Baseball the way she’d always imagined it would be, that she simply didn’t care.

It had been three weeks since they had decided to go into their 'purely sexual relationship', and Kelly had to admit that she was having a great time with Dimitri. He was funny, charming, caring and it seemed like they had this thing under control. Sometimes it felt so real that she she had to remind herself that this wasn't permanent.

"Relax Kelly," Dimitri replied, "I'm sure no one is going to recognize us in this crowd, and even if they did, what's wrong with the both of us seeing a game together?"

Kelly shrugged, but a part still thought that they were getting a little too comfortable and a little careless, but she didn't want to worry about that right now.

“Want some peanuts?” he asked, already flagging down a vendor.

“I think that was on my list of requirements for today,” she admitted.

Dimitri grinned, put an icy-cold beer in her hand, and glared down anyone around them who got too close with their wildly gesticulating arms and elbows.

He also kept up a running commentary on the game, explaining all the plays. She let him. It seemed such an innate man thing—the need to explain sports to the little woman—that she didn’t have the heart to tell him she’d been a star of her high school's fast-pitch softball team. She’d even thought about going further with it, but her father hadn't liked the idea, so she'd quit and forgotten about the whole thing.

She was wearing cute-knee length pants, a hot pink tank top and a ball cap with her ponytail hanging out the hole in the back. She looked simple. Simple…but very sexy.

“You look very cute.” Dimitri found himself telling her. Her lips twisted the tiniest bit.

“I mean, very pretty.” he added, and she grinned at him.

Seeing a tiny price tag still hanging from the side of her brightly colored ball cap, he reached up and tugged it free. “Went shopping, huh?” he asked her.

She snagged the corner of that full bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s my first professional game,” she whispered. “I wanted to look the part.”

“Your first ball game? Are you kidding?” Suddenly realizing something, he murmured, “I’m sorry, if you’re really not interested, we could leave and go do something else.”

“No way! I love baseball. But I never got the chance to go see a game in person.” She replied.

"Then I'm glad to be the first person to take you to one" Dimitri said smiling at her.

She did look very sexy right now, Dimitri thought. Her boobs prominent enough to draw the gawking attention of a few guys around her.

Kelly had heard the comments from a creep sitting behind her for the last half hour, but was quite adept at ignoring them. She’d had lots of practice in that area and so it didn't really bother her.

After the slurred voice behind her got loud enough for Dimitri to hear it over the crowd, he leaped to his feet, turned around and thrust an angry finger into the drunk man’s face. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you to keep your eyes to your own damn self and your fat mouth closed?” he snapped.

The foulmouthed fan, a heavyset, sweaty guy with red cheeks and beer-scented breath, rose, too, swaying on his feet. “Hey man, she’s hot.” he said.

“She’s also not deaf,” Kelly murmured, turning in her seat to watch. She’d be damned if she would rise to her feet to prevent the jackass from leering down her shirt some more. It wasn’t low-cut. And she didn’t have a single thing to be ashamed of.

“You’re hot,” the guy repeated as he gaped from above.

“So you said.” Despite the crudeness she’d heard from the stranger before Dimitri had caught on and launched at him, she remained more annoyed than offended. Leave it to a breast-obsessed little boy wearing men's triple-X sized clothing to ruin her lovely afternoon.

It wasn’t as though she’d never experienced it before. So stuff like that didn't annoy her any more. Still, it didn't mean she would take shit from anyone.

He gave Kelly a bleary smile, still oblivious to the depth of Dimitri’s anger. “Bet if you flash ’em, the camera’ll focus in on ya and put ya up on the big screen.” he added stupidly.

“Oh, and I live for just such a moment.” Kelly retorted.

“You must not like your teeth very much, buddy,” Dimitri snapped. “Keep talking and you’re going to be saying goodbye to quite a few of them.”

Kelly was adept at retaliating against offensive men, even if, quite often, her put-downs went right over their imbecilic heads. “Please, Dimitri, let it go,” she added. “I’m quite sure that in the world of this gentleman’s favorite show, he’s behaving with absolutely perfect gentility.”

She almost laughed—until she realized that Dimitri was not merely angry, he was downright furious. Rage flashed behind his eyes and his tightly clenched body seemed ready to lash out. He appeared capable of real violence, all because some stupid drunk had opened his mouth.

The stupid drunk was apparently too far gone to realize he was about two inches from death-by-enraged-gigolo. “They’re real, ain’t they?” he said.