Jock: A Secret Baby Sports Romance - Plot & Excerpts
Where’s my wife. I can’t stop saying it. It’s like there’s something possessive about the way it sounds that pulls at something primal and something caveman inside of me. I follow the music up the stairs, hearing it get louder and louder as I make my way down the hallway towards her bedroom door. There’s no plan here, only this burning, roaring need to bring this whole thing to a head, right here and right now. No more games. No more using this idea of us being employer and employee as this absurd excuse to deny the obvious magnetic pull between us. I pause just outside her door, the sound of loud, raucous country music blasting from her room. I grin. None of that obnoxious club music, no bullshit light beer, and no clingy club-skanks with their hands all over me. Looks like the party was right here all along. I grin as I twist the knob and swing the door wide open.
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