Page 80 of Forever Player

“Well, I would also feel like my blood was boiling if I saw you with another woman,” Willow says, and I pause mid bite and open my eyes.

“You aren’t joking right now, are you?” I ask because, damn, that is a big statement from Willow. She has her feelings on a tight lock all the time, so this revelation is huge.

“I wouldn’t joke about something like that, Brett.”

I growl, feeling feral. “I want to kiss you so hard right now, Honey.”

I watch her breathing pick up. She’s wearing a white tank top, and her bra has her breasts pressed together, giving her some sexy as hell cleavage.

“Well, since that can’t be done, why don’t you finish eating and call me back? I have a better idea,” she suggests.

“Willow, are you saying we are going to have phone sex because if we are, I’ll stop eating right now.”

She laughs, her cheeks a healthy pink. “You should eat first. Those games are demanding on your body. You need the food.”

“Fine, then distract me for a bit. How is our baby girl?” I ask.

“Sleeping like an angel. The day care is really tiring her out,” she shares.

“And how does it feel to be back at work?” I ask.

“It feels really good, but different,” she says, looking thoughtful.

“How is it different?” I ask, cutting into my steak and placing a large bite in my mouth.

“It’s just that now, even when Maylee isn’t with me, she occupies my thoughts. I’m thinkinghow is she doing? Is she happy? Is she crying?”

“I was kind of feeling like that too after you told me she was crying a lot. I couldn’t stop thinking about her and hoping she would adjust fast.”

“So I’m not some eccentric parent then?”

“Nah, you’re perfect, Honey.”

“You’re flattering me too much.” She smiles.

“False, you deserve it,” I say as I shovel the last of my potatoes and vegetables in my mouth. “Done,” I announce. “Now go climb on my bed, Willow, and spread those legs for me.”

Her blue-green eyes smolder. “I thought we were going to start off slow.”

“I don’t know how to do anything slow, Willow. When I want something, I go full blast.”

“I kind of noticed that,” she mutters. She keeps the phone on her face but I see her walking through the apartment. She climbs on my bed.

“Legs spread,” I demand.

“So bossy,” she chides playfully.

“Are they spread?” I ask because I can’t see her lower body.

She nods, biting her lip.

“Okay, good. Are you wearing shorts because if you are you need to remove them,” I guide.

I watch as she shifts on the bed. “Show me your pussy. I love that pussy, Willow.”

She bursts into laughter.

“Am I missing something?” I ask, clearly confused. This is a sexually charged moment not a laughing one.

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