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“I do. Take lingerie, for example—what makes lingerie so sexy? Sure, it’s revealing. But I think there’s more to it. I think the power of suggestion is more alluring than what you can see in plain sight.What’s beneath that sexy lingerie? Some primal part of your brain starts working overtime to solve the mystery. Youwantto take them off of me. Youhaveto take them off of me. Suddenly, you’re hooked.”
Just hearing her put it in those terms had me eyeing her up and down, wanting to rip her out of her crop top—even though we were sipping coffees in a public cafe.
“The art of the tease,” I said, discreetly reaching under her shirt.
“Exactly!” she laughed, and slyly swatted my greedy hands away. “By the way, I’m not telling you anything new. You already understood all this.”
I chuckled. “I did? News to me.”
“Youdid,Rust. I know, because that’s what attracted me to you so much early on.”
I cocked my head. “Huh? What’s that?”
“Remember when we first started sexting, and I sent you that picture and asked if you wanted me to take my panties off? While I have all those jerks harassing me for nudes nonstop,yousaid no, because you wanted to leave something to the imagination.”
“I don’t know what I was thinking,” I said with a grin, “because if you asked me the same thing again today, I’d bebeggingyou to take your panties off so I can see that cute little pussy.”
“Ru~st!” she groaned.
“But hell, I’m glad I said it since you liked it so much.”
Changing subjects, she gently touched her hand to mine and gave me her big eyes. “But Rust, what if the algorithm stops showing my work altogether because I don’t do nudes? What will I do if all my subscribers get sick of me and I stop making money?”
“Remember when I told you about the drive it takes to be an athlete? How an athlete needs to have this all-consuming desire to make it?”
She nodded. “Yeah, of course.”
“After seeing how you’ve poured yourself into your work, I’m convinced you’ve got the business version of that drive. Trust me, sweetheart, you’ve got nothing to worry about. I know you’ll be a success inanythingthat you do. Whether that’s OnlyFans, or whatever your next venture might be.”
Touched, a smile slowly spread across her face, and she pressed herself into my chest for a hug. “Thank you, Rust. You’re truly perfect.”
Shewas perfect, too.
The only thing that wasn’t perfect about our situation was the same problem that existed all along: the fact that she was Johnny’s daughter.
And now that we knew our first round opponent in the playoffs—the Minnesota Extreme—Johnny had plans to fly down to Vegas for Game 1 in a mere three days.
* * *
I woke up to the chirp of tires as the team jet gently touched down on the runway.
“Just landed. See you soon,” I texted Isabelle while we taxied to the gate.
She must’ve fallen asleep after all, because she didn’t reply.
Back at our cars, the boys and I parted ways. After a quick drive on Route 613, I pulled home and into the garage. I made sureto greet Minka with an acceptable number of pets, and told her what a good girl she was, lest she be mad at me tomorrow. Once the fluffy one was satisfied, I made my way upstairs to greet my other little princess.
I opened the door and tiptoed into my room. Isabelle left a bedside lamp on for me. She was curled up like a cat under the sheets. Careful not to wake her, I quietly took off my clothes and slid into bed, spooning her. Her little body was so soft and warm in my arms.
“Hi, baby,” I whispered.
She stirred with a sleepy moan, snuggling closer to me. “Mm. Welcome home.”
The sex was always mind blowing when I returned from a road trip. But I could tell she was way too tired for it tonight. I softly kissed the nape of her neck and said, “Sorry I woke you.”
“But I wantedyou to, remember?”
I grinned. “Yeah, but look at you. You’re wiped. You’re way too tired.”
