Page 144 of Fair Game

He slips one finger into my panties and glides it through my slickness.

I hold my breath, tipping my head back when he pushes inside me and strokes my pussy exactly where I love it.

Pulling his finger out, he plunges two back in, and my legs shake with rolling pleasure, body desperate to find its high, yet my brain is needy for him to draw this moment out forever.

Will retracts his hand and sucks on his fingers, lips twisting to the side as he considers something.

“Jesus!”

At the sound of my dad’s voice, I snap my head around and find him standing in the doorway leading to the hallway.

He throws a hand over his eyes, and I scramble to cover myself. Will does the same as he grabs a hand towel and holds it over his tented pants.

“Jensen asked me for the chipotle marinade, and now I’m thinking I’ll just burn my eyes with it instead.”

“Oh, don’t be so fucking dramatic,” Will mocks, pulling open the refrigerator and handing him the marinade.

Dad’s still covering his eyes but manages to wrap his hand around the bottle on the third attempt of grabbing at it.

He goes to leave, and Will steps back between my thighs when Dad pauses.

“Do you think I’ll ever get used to this?” With the hand holding the sauce, he haphazardly motions between us. “You two dating.”

Will tips my chin up, ensuring my eyes are fixed on his and nowhere else.

“I sure hope so, Coach, because you interrupted me just when I was about to ask your daughter to be my wife.”

Holy hell.

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