Page 94 of Sweet Thing

I wanted her to always know love and laughter and never a harsh word.

During the party, my agent had called and left a message. It was late but I phoned back, knowing he’d answer immediately.

“Any news?” It had been over two weeks and Vicki appeared to have gone off-world.

“We have her address in Cleveland but she’s not on site. Neighbors say she and her husband have gone to visit his family in upstate New York. We could have the lawyer reach out and start proceedings to—well, that depends on what you want to happen here.”

“If you’d asked me two weeks ago, I would have said she has to take her kid back, but now? She hasn’t even tried to get in touch, Quinn. Is that the environment I want to send Mabel back to?”

Maybe I was reveling too much in the fantasy of a life that was going well. My cute little girl in her cow costume, the gorgeous nanny taking care of my kidandmy sexual needs, the fact I was playing better than I ever had—or would be once my suspension was up.

How long could this dream state last? I hadn’t lied outright to my friend, but every moment in his presence since had felt like a betrayal. I was placing Adeline in this untenable position, forcing her to keep secrets from the people she loved. And for what? A sad effort at a do-over for the life I’d missed as a kid?

“Get in touch with her. We need to start negotiations on Mabel’s future.”

“Will do.”

We chatted a little more about my upcoming contract renewal and how we might want to play that, especially given the wrinkle of my suspension. We had hoped to use my partnership with Kershaw in his likely last year to leverage the negotiations, which required I actually play with the guy. When I clicked off, I looked up to find Adeline standing at my door.

In a Rebels jersey.

“Is that?—?”

“Uh huh.” She turned and there it was: 22 NYQUIST. The hem skimmed her ass. Her gorgeous thighs tapered to slim ankles. Just my jersey against her silky skin.

Blood rushed to my groin.

I grabbed the baby monitor, a condom, and her, in that order, hauling all that lush flesh against my chest, one hand supporting her perfect ass.

Bare.She was completely bare.

I crushed my mouth over hers. All those doubts weighing on my mind—Kershaw, Vicki, my spurious dad credentials—went poof in the pleasure of her lips. She tasted like toothpaste and perfection, and she met my kiss with such dirty sweetness I almost came on the spot.

I carried her to the guest room, one eye open so I didn’t trip, and finally made it to sanctuary. Placing her on the bed, I watched approvingly as she scooted up a few inches with one knee raised, revealing that dark valley of pleasure between her gorgeous thighs. I stowed the monitor and the condom on the nightstand.

She sat up and curled her fingers around the jersey’s hem.

“No. It stays on.”

Those moss-green eyes flashed. “Like I’m one of your puck bunnies?”

Not where I would have gone, but I could tell this fantasy turned her on.

“Bunny Prime.” Kneeling at the side of the bed, I pulled gently on her ankle and brought her closer to my greedy mouth. “Now let me see what this little bunny’s got for me.”

I pushed the jersey up past her hips and placed my hands between her thighs. Spread her wide and looked my fill.

“Aw, sweet thing. Is that for me?”

Her chest heaved, her breathing turned raspy. “If you want it.”

“Oh, I want it. I want this sweet little pussy so bad.”

She squirmed, rubbing her gorgeous bottom against the duvet. “Please, Lars. Touch me.”

“You first.”

Cheeks flushed, her lips parted. Adeline wasn’t used to dirty talk, but she liked it. Her wetter-by-the-second pussy liked it.

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