Page 153 of The Overtime Kiss

“I wanted to walk in on you,” she says softly.

I groan, thread a hand through her hair, and tug her face toward me. “Baby, you should have come in.”

“I was so tempted, Tyler.”

“Then do it sometime. It’s fucking hot, the idea of you watching me. Is that really what you want?”

She nods several times, her eyes glittering with desire. Her gaze drifts down to my lap. “Wow, you really do like the idea of me walking in on you.”

I grab her hand and slide it over my growing erection. I breathe out hard. “So much. Like I told you, I’ll give you everything you want.”

But before either of us can say another word or do another thing, her phone buzzes on the coffee table. “It might be Everly,” she says, with hope in her tone. “She said they want me to do another intermission performance at an upcoming game. That could be good for business.”

“I hope it’s her then. Or Little Friends,” I say, tempted to grab it myself. The rescue told her we’d have another foster kitten any day, and I can’t wait.

“You are too cute, Cat Daddy,” she says.

“Meow,” I hum, and I adjust myself as she slides a thumb across the screen.

Then she breathes out hard and mutters, “My father.”

It’s like a bucket of ice water. Instant deflation. “Has heeven contacted you since the day you went to get your skating costumes?” I bite out, trying to hold in my venom, but it’s no use.

“No. Not at all,” she says heavily. Then she takes another breath but doesn’t move to open the message.

I rub a hand across her shoulder. “You don’t have to open it if you don’t want to,” I tell her.

Her eyes are hard. Determined. “It’s okay. I want to know what he has to say to me.”

I drop a kiss to her cheek, letting her know I’m right here with her. Then she slides it open, her jaw ticking. “He wants to know where the final accounting report is that I worked on last summer. The one I emailed to him then.”

What a prick. I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I swear, Sabrina, if I ever see him...”

She turns to me, lips quirked up, like this delights her. “What would you do?”

“I’d let him know that he missed out on the most incredible person ever,” I say, in no uncertain terms.

She smiles. “I almost wish you could give him a piece of your mind over text message. I think I’d like that.”

“I’d go to battle for you, baby.”

“I’d love to see it.”

“Yeah?”

She lowers her voice, like she’s sharing a secret. “It kind of excites me when you play rough—hockey, that is. So yes, I would.”

Nothing would thrill me more. “You have no idea how much I love giving you what you want.”

With soft eyes and softer lips, she gives me another kiss. But then she checks the time again and says, “I need to get the kids, and you need to go to the arena.”

I stand, but before we leave, something nags at me. “Are you going to answer him?”

“No. Let him search his email for that report instead.”

I drop a kiss to her forehead. “You’re a legend.”

I’m not the only one who likes her videos though.

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