Page 58 of Dirty Player

More importantly, my family hasn’t. I know what they think of her, and I can’t blame them. She cheated on me and had a very public relationship with the guy after the fact.

Not that I know the details.

So there’s no path forward for us. I can’t exactly take her to family events or tell them we are seeing one another again. I’m a little ashamed, yet I can’t give her up.

After six weeks of incredible sex, I think both of us are ignoring what this is. My heart is shielded, but I already fucking love her. I just fight it every day.

The fact she hasn’t asked for anything more speaks volumes.

With Thanksgiving looming, it feels weird that we won’t be together, but it is what it is. I’m not telling my brothers I’m seeing her again.

Or my father.

They’ll bring up what happened and tell me I’m a fool.

Maybe I am. I know how I feel about her, and in my head I keep running this thing I call theexcuse program. It goes like this:

I’m young. I have time. Kaylee might be the one right now, but eventually you’ll get sick of her and move on.

Except I don’t fucking think I will.

Yet I can’t trust her to tell her how I feel.

So another day passes, then another, then another.

We don’t go out in public for fear of being seen together, so most of our time in spent in bed, in the shower, cooking together in the kitchen, or watching movies.

All of which we have found ways to fuck while doing.

It’s amazing.

Like right now as she sits on the kitchen counter with her legs swinging back and forth, naked except for a fitted white strapless top. I’m cooking chicken in a pan and there’s a ninety-five percent chance of it ending up in the trash.

Again.

“So,” Kaylee chimes, and I glance over my shoulder.

“Swear to god woman, if I don’t eat, my muscle mass is going to disappear, and I’ll get fired and end up on OnlyFans.”

She snorts.

“I’ll support you.” She pokes me in the ass with the plastic salad spoon she’s holding.

“I’m not looking at you. Isn’t your pussy sore?” I rumble.

Do not look.

Do not look.

“I think I’m have an ouch right here. Can you take a look?”

Do not—I turn.

Because I am a man.

Kayle slides the spoon over her pink flesh as she leans back on the marble counter and my dick is instantly hard.

“Goddamn you.” I spin, turn off the gas, and tug down my shorts. Gripping her hips, I pull her to the edge of the perfect height counter and slam into her.

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