Page 84 of A Wild Card Kiss
Arturo smiles. “That’s me. I’m a stay-at-home dad,” he says, looking supremely satisfied with that.
“Good on you,” I reply, and I mean it.
He glances around like he’s checking for eavesdroppers. When he finishes his sweep, he says, “Also, that catch the other week in Seattle. Epic, man. Epic.” He holds up a hand for a combo high-five, fist bump.
“Thank you.”
“You’re killing it this year. Don’t retire. We need you around for a long time. And don’t you dare sign with anyone else in the off-season. Hey, how about a deal?” He points at my chest. “If you re-up, I’ll always take the girls to gymnastics. I’ve got an extra booster seat in my car.”
“You should be my agent. I like that deal,” I tell the guy, then thank him again for ferrying the kids around, and we exchange numbers before I skedaddle.
But honestly, his situation doesn’t sound too bad either. He seems pretty happy doing what he likes.
I make my way to the gym, join the guys for a workout, and shoot the breeze. But my thoughts aren’t entirely on the here and now.
They’re on the future—a year ahead and a couple of hours from now when I meet Katie at her studio.
I’ve seen her five times since our cancelled date—from the classes to the private sessions—and each time I want to see her again a little bit more.
Seeing her is terrific and tempting at the same damn time.
I resist because the last thing I need this year is a whiff of a scandal. But, even more so, I don’t want to bring that on Katie.
The Renegade and the Yoga Instructor—Caught Downward-Doggie Style.Yeah, that’s not how I want to cap off my career—by putting a black mark on hers.
But also, I want more than doggie style with Katie.
More than sex.
I just like her.
A whole helluva lot.
And I sure wish we didn’t have the worst timing in the world, because all I want is to take her out and treat her well.
***
Katie circles me as I lie on my back near the wall, my legs going up it and forming an L.
For the record, I hate this pose.
It’s hell on the hammies.
“Shimmy your booty,” Katie tells me. “A little more. Just a smidge closer to the wall.”
The waterfall pose is fuck-all hard. As I wiggle my butt closer to the wall, she laughs, tugs my legs up, then bends to adjust my butt.
Nice.
This is just so damn nice…
I mean…distracting.
This is crazy distracting.
But I wouldn’t change a thing as I indulge in the view of her. “I like hands-on yoga instruction. I’m gonna keep this up,” I say, shamelessly staring at her fantastic chest.
While she stares at my…toes.
