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Having a woman in my office on a game day is not a good look, especially a swimsuit model dating my captain.
ButI won’t lie—the forbidden aspect of this has ignited some taboo kink, as evidenced by the steel bar in my pants.
Baby girl: On our way *blowing kiss emoji*
My smile is fucking ridiculous.
Not even an hour passes before the most irresistible woman walks into my office.
Her hair is in a high ponytail, reminding me of the night we met. She wears a smaller version of Jackson’s jersey made into a dress, coming to her mid-thigh, along with those white high-top Converse she seems to love.
She’s young and carefree, every bit the temptation I have no business touching or wanting. Yet, my child is growing inside her, and honestly, I couldn’t be prouder of how epically I fucked up.
“Hi, hello. How are you? Lock the door,” I say in greeting, closing my laptop and setting it on the side table.
“Is this a booty call? In your office? Really, Ethan?”
I love the way she says my name. There’s always a hint of seduction or teasing in how she lets it roll off her tongue, as if she’s savoring it. I love it even more when she’s moaning and whimpering it.
“That depends.”
She drops her bag in a chair and saunters toward the leather Chesterfield couch I’m sitting on.
She bites her lip, her whiskey eyes full of flirtation. “On?”
I reach for her, grip her hips, and draw her between my open legs to kiss our baby.
“How quiet you can be.” I keep my voice low and guide her to straddle me.
Settling on my lap, she wraps her arms around my neck and tangles her fingers in my hair. She has these cute freckles along her nose and golden flecks in her brown eyes.
I stare at her and wonder how I got so fucking lucky.
“I’d do anything for you,” she whispers, her voice full of seduction.
She’s only flirting with me, but I’m pretty sure my heart stops. She scares the shit out of me.
Aurora having feelings for me—wanting and needing me—changes the game. I’m not ready for that, and I doubt she is either. She’s not leaving Jackson anytime soon, if ever.
He’s one manipulative and lovesick bastard. I struggle to grasp the outcome of this situation, but I already know I’m incapable of refusing her, Jackson or otherwise.
I give her ponytail a playful tug. “I want your address, schedule, and Ricky’s number before you go.”
She grinds her ass over my erection, and arousal curls low in my stomach.
“Sounds as if you’re gonna miss me, Blackwood.”
“Always. Now, kiss me. I’ve got about twenty minutes and want to spend the entire time buried in you.”
“Yes, sir.”
Her pillowy lips are soft, and her tongue tastes like a Jolly Rancher.
I slide my hands up her silky-smooth thighs and over her curvy ass, lifting her dress to find a pleasant surprise.
“No underwear?” My lips slant into a pleased smirk upon hers. “My dirty girl.”
“I took them off before we left. They’re in my bag.”