Page 204 of Skate the Line

She lets me loose, and I pull myself out.

I stop dead in my tracks when she drops to her knees in front of me. She grabs a hold of me and guides my cock into her mouth.

“What the fu?—”

I see nothing but Sunny on her knees, sucking me off. Her throat opens, and she takes me in deep. My hand blindly finds the wall, and I brace myself. I try to go easy on her, but her mouth is too much.

Look at her.

On her knees for me.

I clench my eyes shut with the intense tingling of my balls and come down her throat with force.

My knees weaken.

That’s twice she’s given me such a high that I can hardly stand afterward.

I’m a man with restraint, but it’s long gone when she’s near.

After I’m done, Sunny takes me out of her mouth and peers up at me from below. I quickly pull her to her feet and stare at her swollen lips and face full of mirth. Her eyes are watery, likely from me ramming my cock down her throat.

I hate that I love it.

It does something fucking terrifying to me.

I quickly adjust my hockey uniform and slip her panties and jeans back up her legs.

She buttons them as I brush the stray hairs out of her face. Her chin is so small in my hands, and her warm gaze is enough for me to burn the world down if she asked me to.

Her blinks are slow and lazy as I run the pad of my thumb beneath her healing cut. I stare at her with my heart fumbling in my chest.

I’d give it to her if she asked for it.

Shit.

Am I in love with my daughter’s nanny?

The longer I gaze in her eyes, the more I feel myself making room for her in my heart. I didn’t think I had room for anyone other than Ellie, but leave it to Sunny to prove me wrong.

“We should go before someone comes looking,” she whispers.

I blink once.

Then twice.

A slow smile creeps on my face. “I think I’m going to keep you, Sunny Edwards.”

Her quiet laugh is music to my ears. “Oh, yeah? For how long?”

I grab her hand and interlace our fingers. “For forever.”

The locker room buzzes with energy. My teammates stretch their legs and pop their necks. Rival games hit differently, and with our record on the line, we’re craving a win.

We’re hungry for it, salivating at the thought.

Some of the guys are becoming vocal, glancing at me to see if I’m going to quiet their threats about the violence they promise the other team.

I remain quiet and poised, which is probably because I was able to release some of my energy earlier.

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