Page 57 of Dirty Temptation

“Step aside amateurs, the pro sportsman is here,” Levi says, nudging Fletcher aside.

“Not pro yet, buddy,” Hunter calls out as I snort.

Levi, who has tugged off his sweater, bends his arm to show off his bicep.

Daniel rolls his eyes but laughs.

When I spot Molly looking I take a step in front of her to block her view. Her eyes lift playfully to mine.

“Eyes on the prize baby,” I say quietly.

“You think you’re the prize?” she asks, sipping her aged chardonnay.

Goddamn. Are we flirting?

I want to step closer. I want to take her face and lick those wet red lips of hers. I want to spin her around and find out if her ass has ever been filled with cock and show her what a real damn prize looks like.

But she knows.

“Actually, I think your ass is the prize,” I whisper roughly. “And tonight I’m going to claim you.”

She takes another sip, but I see the way she shakes with excitement as her eyes dilute.

“If you can catch me.”

Jesus.

My cock twitches in my pants and now I can’t turn around.

“Baseball.”

“What?” she frowns.

“Football.” I clench my eyes shut and imagine my brother running out onto the field.

It does the job and my cock calms down.

I really can’t flirt with Molly when others are around. There are tells.

As in, my erection.

Levi takes his shot and nails it. Logan goes wide. Then Knox and Bella get maximum points.

Amelia’s aim goes wide and the Dufort’s groan.

“I’m sorry!” she cries, and Harper runs over to her with a wine.

Which apparently fixes everything.

“Thanks babe.” Amelia gulps down a sip, nodding as if the world is now okay.

I glance at the scoreboard. Twelve points each. One more needed to take home the trophy.

“Winning shot, Atlas. No pressure,” Knox says, shooting me hisdon’t fuck this upbrotherly support look.

I give him myfuck you, I’ve got thisglare back.

“You got this big guy.” Molly pats my pec, and I lift a brow, wondering just how many glasses of wine she’s had.

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