Page 87 of The Forever Play

I get up with an irritated growl and fling clothes and bedding aside until I unearth my shirt.

Pulling it on, I try to stretch out the wrinkles but quickly give up. Who cares if it’s a creased mess? Shoving my Converse on, I gaze across the room at the impish look on my girlfriend’s face.

Fuck yeah, she’s my girlfriend again.

The thought has me diving back for the bed, and she giggles as I kiss her again.

“I really have to go.”

“I know.” She rises to her knees, squishing her tits against my chest. “I hope…” She trails her tongue along my jawline. “You…” She sucks my earlobe, sending a spike of pleasure straight down to my whining dick. “Have…” Her breath fans across my neck before she starts creating a hickey on my shoulder. “The best…” She lightly scrapes her teeth across my skin. “Day.”

My body’s in a needy frenzy when she finally pulls away, and I pull her onto my lap, the sheet tangling around her. I hold her close, caressing her naked back and kissing her like I’ve got all the time in the fucking world.

“You have to go,” she reminds me in a breathless whisper.

“I really have to go.” I keep kissing her.

“Zander.” She singsongs my name, and I laugh against her lips.

“Yeah, I know. I know.” Running my hands over her smooth skin one last time, I lift her off me and force myself to stand. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“Yeah.” She nods, her bright gaze so sweet it makes my chest tingle. “Have the best game.”

“I will.” I walk to the door, adjusting my outraged dick and begging it to soften up already.

You’re not getting any right now. Deal with it!

Glancing over my shoulder, I notice Sienna pulling on her pajama top. Her ass is still bare, and I linger to admire it while she hunts for a pair of underwear before slipping back into bed.

“I really have to go,” I murmur, locked in a trance as I watch my woman arrange the pillows.

“I know.” She nods, then points at me. “Go. You can’t be late.”

“I can’t be late,” I echo, walking back into the room to kiss her one last time.

She laughs, her tongue gliding against mine. “Zander, you gotta go.”

“I gotta go.” I cup the back of her head and kiss her deeply before forcing myself away from her.

I’m gonna be so fucking late if I don’t walk out the door right now.

“Go.” She giggles, pushing me away from her. “I love you. Now go.”

Standing beside the bed, I run my fingers gently down her cheek and whisper, “I love you.”

The smile she gives me is a light beam that charges me up.

Closing my eyes with a groan, I fight every instinct to jump back into bed and force myself out the door.

I’m just passing Zoey’s room when I hear her little squawk.

Wow, that’s early. Does she always wake at this time?

I pop my head around the doorframe to spy on her, but she spots me. The nightlight highlights her adorable grin as she stands and starts jumping on her mattress. Her little fingers hold the edge of the crib, and who knew fingers could be so damn cute.

“Foobawl!” She holds out her hands, squeezing her fingers open and shut as she beckons me toward her.

“Hey, cowgirl.”

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