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The statement is a bit daring but it’s also the truth.

It takes a few minutes for her to reply.

Maddie:You know you can have any woman you want. Go out and have some fun. I’m pretty sure Brett is out, why didn’t you go with him?

Kaleb:Guys went to Focus. It’s a bar/club. Not my cup of tea.

Maddie:Instructors at hockey camp are pretty, of age, and clearly willing. I’ve seen it with my own eyes.

Kaleb:Sex between us was really off the charts, or did I read that wrong?

Maddie:It was good sex.

Kaleb:Brett is out. Come over. We can have a quickie.

Maddie:My five-year-old son is asleep. Remember Asher? He loves your hockey camp. I can’t leave him alone.

I chuckle at her snarky response.

Kaleb:I’m buds with your son. I obviously remember him. I just thought we could be quick and you would be next door.

Maddie: Not leaving Asher.

Damn, okay, she’s probably right.

Kaleb:I’m coming over.

I get out of bed and look in the mirror. My hair is slightly askew, so I fix it by brushing my fingers through it. I’m already hard as a rock as I adjust my basketball shorts and place my T-shirt in a way that hides my erection.

I slip on my slides.

My phone buzzes.

Maddie:Do not come over here. Are you crazy?

Crazy about wanting her? Yes.

Kaleb:Meet me outside in that little nook of yours.

Maddie:What would be the point? Have you heard of security cameras?

Kaleb:Come to the nook, or I come to you.

I’m a man on a mission. My cock is in the driver’s seat.

I’m out of my apartment without locking the door as I make my way to the little nook Maddie likes to sit in each night.

She isn’t here. Damn.

“It was a one-time deal,” the voice says from behind me.

I close my eyes and smile victoriously, then turn around slowly, taking in the gorgeous woman in front of me. Her hair is down and falls over her shoulders, her mouth is pouty, and her eyes are creased, her facial expression irritated and sexy as hell.

“Tell me you don’t want more,” I counter, taking steps to close the space between us.

“I don’t want more,” she states, lifting her chin slightly, but as I reach her I can see her heart rate quicken from the pulse point on her neck.

“Tell me you haven’t gotten off to thoughts of me eating your sweet pussy as you sat on my face,” I goad, holding her gaze.

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