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He seems happy with my interest in it. “I’ll do whatever it takes. I don’t know how it will work, but I’m willing to try.”

I swear I wanted desperately to dislike Layton Lancaster when this arrangement first started, but he’s making it impossible.

CHAPTER SEVEN

LAYTON

Iwake in the morning and look at the clock. I have a few hours before Arizona’s game.

I look down at my impossibly hard cock and blow out a long breath. He’s never gone this long without being inside a woman. He’s looking at me like he’s pissed off. I fist him to a near-painful level and then sigh. He won’t go down if he doesn’t get a little bit of relief.

I grab my phone and pull up photos of Arizona from her game the other night. Seeing her in her uniform, in her catching gear, managing the game, was so damn sexy. There’s one picture of her with her mask off. She’s smiling. I run my thumb over her face, wishing I was able to touch the real thing.

That’s the money shot for me as my hand begins to stroke my cock. I think of the way she smells. It’s beachy and natural. I could probably smell her from a mile away. I’m dying to know what she tastes like. And her body. It’sa dream. She’s not dainty like many other women. She’s strong and athletic. Toned. Perfectly toned. And her tits. I was watching them bounce while she danced at Screwballs. So damn full and perfect. I can almost feel them in my hands.

She never tries to look sexy. She just is. That’s what makes her so appealing to me. She’s incredibly different from other women, in the best way possible.

I’ve noticed that she’s getting more relaxed around me. She’s starting to smile more and more. It’s my goal to see that smile as often as possible, whatever it takes.

When I hugged her at the game, I could feel her relax into me. She trusts me. I love that.

Now I’m thinking of theSports Illustratedbody image photo shoot we have coming up. She’s going to be nearly naked, with her body pressed against mine for hours. I’m going to have to jerk off five times that morning to manage my way through the day. Just thinking about it sends me over the edge.

When it’s over, I take a few deep breaths. Fuck, I’m totally into her. I can’t deny it.

After cleaning up and getting dressed, I make myself breakfast. While I’m eating, I pick up my phone to make my weekly call. He answers on the first ring. “Layton! How’s it hanging?”

“Long and low, Henry. How about you?”

“Longer and lower.”

I let out a laugh. “How’s work?”

“My job sucks. I hate it. My boss is a dickless ballbreaker, but I’m managing.”

I have to bite my tongue. Henry having an issue with a boss is nothing new. I wish he could find something he’s passionate about.

Then I have to quickly think about where he’s working these days. It changes constantly. I suddenly remember that it’s at a coffee shop. “I bet you make a mean cup of coffee. Are you keeping your nose clean?”

“Yes, sir,” he says in a mocking tone. “I’ve seen a lot of pictures of you online lately. Does the famous Layton Lancaster actually have a girlfriend? I never thought I’d see the day. Gammie is dancing in her grave right now.”

I chuckle. “She’s pretty cool. We’re just hanging out.”

“She’s fucking hot.”

“Yep, she is. Have you been going to meetings?” He’s an alcoholic.

“Every Friday night. I swear. I love shitty coffee and stale donuts. I live for that shit.” He’s quiet for a moment. “I’m…I’m…seeing someone. Maybe you could meet her sometime. I’d like to meet your girl too.”

I’m not sure him dating is a great idea. His highs and lows are extreme, with the latter often pushing him off the wagon.

“How did you meet her?”

“She came into the coffee shop. We started flirting. That’s why my boss is annoyed with me. I may have ignored the other customers to talk to her.”

“Take it slowly. Relationships are better that way.”

“Because you have so much relationship experience?”

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