Page 46 of Sweet Thing

Who has two thumbs, jacks off to an out-of-bounds woman, then acts like it’s her fault when she catches him in the act?

This guy!

So maybe she should have stepped out the second she realized what was happening in that shower. Was it possible she didn’t know? Or was I projecting some brand of innocence on her that didn’t exist? The virginal daughter of my teammate, too curious to flee when confronted with a man in the throes of an orgasm.

As if I needed any more fuel to this fire.

Yet the thought of her there, listening to my desperate moans, stayed with me for the rest of the day. I imagined her rosy nipples hardening to sweet, suckable peaks. Her thighs rubbing together, seeking delicious friction. Her pussy quivering and gushing as I came with her name on my lips.

She was forbidden for a million reasons. I had to weigh every move and decision around her, so I didn’t mess up her life and mine. If she still had that crush on me, then I had the capacity to hurt her.

We had agreed before the away trip that Adeline should take days off when I was back in town and had a break from practice or games. She had taken yesterday off, spending overnight back at her parents’ house, while I tried to manage Mabel solo. The kid had slept through the night, if sleeping between midnight and five a.m. was considered a full night’s sleep. Now she was sitting in the highchair the Kershaws had donated, her face covered with papaya mush, the worst of the baby foods. I was partial to pear and banana myself, but my daughter had more exotic tastes.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yabby!”

“Yabby,” I agreed while I took a wet cloth to her face and wiped her down, a losing battle because she just smeared the next spoonful over her mouth, heedless of my efforts. Then, because she knew I wasn’t a fan, she flicked her spoon, shooting the mush in my eye with a precision that made me proud.

I rubbed my face with the cloth. “Nice wrist move, sweetheart. I see hockey in your future.”

The lawyer was working on the options, specifically custody and financial arrangements. Vicki had vanished back to Cleveland. I’d assumed she lived in Chicago but no, she’d driven over five hours to abandon her kid to a guy with no child-rearing experience whatsoever, and five hours back. Neither had she done anything illegal by dropping her kid off with her bio-dad, so we couldn’t get the law involved.Not that you want that,Quinn had said.This should be handled privately, for everyone’s sake.

I agreed. Torn between anger and sympathy, I knew that bandying about accusations of criminality wouldn’t make this more palatable.

My phone rang with a call from Natalie, the Rebels’ publicist.

“Yeah?”

“Hi, Lars! We were hoping you’d stop by the front office after practice today.”

Sure, if my nanny shows after I scarred her for life. I half-expected her to text and tell me she was out. That she’d talked to Rosie or God forbid, her mom, and told them she didn’t feel safe in the same house as me with my hungry gaze and dirty fantasies.

“What’s up?”

“We’d like to run through some possible statements about your situation. While everyone loves a single dad, the press on this one so far has been, shall we say, negative?”

I’d read several articles, posts, and comments about my “situation,” and I didn’t think anyone could shine this turd up. Anytime I was mentioned, the media inevitably brought up my father or my imaginary rift with Kershaw.

“Ignore it.”

“We can’t. People will want a statement about your plans, if you’re going to build a life with the mother, and?—”

“That’s easy: ‘none of your business’ and ‘I banged the mom in a bar bathroom while she was married to someone else so that’s a non-starter’.”

Not even a gasp. Publicists and their nerves of steel.

“And your father?”

“What about him?” I winced at my sharp tone and sent an apologetic glance toward my daughter.

“We want to offer a clear distinction between the past and the present.”

“Sure, do that. Try to steer them away from the old man’s drugs, gambling, and whoring. Along with his three ex-wives and the army of former business partners he fucked over. Let’s try to avoid all the comparisons.”

A tingling sensation flushed across my skin.

I looked up and there was Adeline, her cheeks pink, her lips wet, and looking just as I’d imagined her during that sexy shower session. The floodgates had opened and there was no stopping this porno now.

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