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“I don’t bring my phone to school. We’re not supposed to have them at school anyway. When a kid gets caught with their phone out, the teacher takes it away and the parent has to come get it. If it gets taken away, they’ll call Mom to come get it, so I leave it at home in a secret hiding spot just like you told me.” Keegan fidgeted in his seat.

“Okay. I get it.” He squeezed his son’s shoulder and smiled. “From now one, if Mom’s a no-show, you go back in and tell your teacher to call me and I’ll come get you, okay?” Trick didn’t miss the relief his son felt knowing he wasn’t in trouble.

“Okay.” Keegan started to get up to go back outside, then stopped to say, “Isn’t she super pretty, Dad?” The goofy smile on his face was hilarious.

“Yeah, son, she’s super pretty.” Trick shook his head and went back to eating. “I think my son might be half in love with his teacher.”

Keegan was already going out the door to continue playing with Reagan and Ryker while Trick sat thinking super pretty didn’t quite describe Lindsey the way he saw her. He’d call her sexy as fuck. Speaking of fucking, he’d love to get his hands on little miss prim and proper again, sooner rather than later. He’d tried to convince himself that the first time they were together had to have been a fluke. No way a woman like her could set the sheets on fire quite as hot as she did.

“Pretty, huh? How pretty?” Jackson asked.

Calliope got up to pull a pie from the oven. While she was standing near the sink, she glanced out the window. “Uh, oh. Reagan’s down. Be back in a minute.”

Trick started to get up, but she raised her hand, stopping him in his tracks. “I got it.”

“Thanks.” He waited for the door to close behind her before he continued. “Remember the woman who came with Cami a while back that I hooked up with, her name was Lindsey?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s his teacher.”

“No shit?” Jackson chuckled. “What are the odds of that?”

“Yeah, I know, right?” One in a million if Trick had to guess.

“What did she do when you walked in?” Jackson leaned forward, resting his folded arms on the table.

“After she got over the initial shock, I couldn’t help but tease her. Then one thing lead to another.” Trick shrugged like what happened next was inevitable by the two of them just being in the same room together again.

“Wait. You didn’t?”

Trick grinned and wiggled his brows up and down.

“You fucked your son’s teacher in his classroom at a parent/teacher conference?” Jackson’s voice dropped to a whisper like Calliope and the kids could hear them all the way outside through closed doors and windows. Jackson laughed and shook his head. “What is wrong with you?”

Trick frowned, not liking Jackson’s implication that what he’d done with Lindsey was a bad thing. “There’s nothing wrong with me, asshole. The woman snuck out of my bed before I got my fill of her.”

“Well, did you get your fill now?”

That’s what Trick had been asking himself the whole ride here. It didn’t feel like he’d gotten his fill. If they hadn’t run into each other to discuss his son, they would have never fucked tonight. In the future, it was a given, he would never have sex with her in her classroom again. And being in her classroom or communicating about Keegan was the only way he saw the two of them ever being within ten feet of each other again. Why did that bother him?

“Trick?”

“What? Yeah, I don’t know.” There was just something about Lindsey that got under his skin. Like a tick, even after it was gone, it still reminded you it had been there.

6

Trick was enjoying the way Nicole’s tits bounced as she worked herself up and down on his cock. He could feel her getting close and he wasn’t far behind her. Wanting to be on top, he rolled her to her back, then flipped her over onto her knees, and entering her again from behind without missing a beat. In this position, he could hammer her harder and get them both to where they wanted to be.

“Oh, God, yeah, Trick! Just like that!” she cried.

He could feel his orgasm building, promising something amazing. So close, almost there. His phone chose that moment to ring, irritating the fuck out of him. He thought he’d ignore it and it would quit ringing. It went silent, but immediately started up again. Shit, he needed to check it in case it was one of his kids.

“Hang on, baby. I gotta check this.” He reached over to grab his phone while remaining buried inside Nicole. “Shit.” It was an unknown number. He wasn’t sure if he should answer it or let it go to voicemail. His gut told him he should answer it.

“Yeah?” His voice was a little gruffer than usual considering whoever was on the other end of the line was cock blocking him.

“Hello? Trick?”

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