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“Wrong. I can use it against you. I just won’t tell anyone else about your dirty little proclivities.”

“Whatever,” I huff, but still can’t wipe the smile off my face.

“Thank goodness I’m a man, and no one can ever do that to me.” I look up to see Seth pointing at Jeannie, who is walking over to us. Aiden has his hand on her back, and she has her hand on her protruding stomach. I’ve never seen a pregnant stomach so big, but when the soon-to-be dad is almost seven feet tall and put two babies into her at once, it’s not surprising.

She waddles over to us with her big, protective husband getting closer to her at every step. He helps her to the loveseat under the awning. When a server comes over, he takes a drink for his wife and holds the straw to her lips.

“Thanks, babe,” Jeannie says before she lets out a breath. “Next time, maybe just one baby.”

“I can’t make any promises.”

“I get all this attention,” she says.

“Like you didn’t get it before,” Seth says.

“Seth’s just mad because Coach gives me more attention than him,” Jeannie says back. “Bring my goddaughter and Johnnie. I want to take a picture with them.”

“Go,” Coach says to Seth, who does a mock salute and an exaggerated walk to get the kids. The clown intercepts him and offers him a balloon animal, but Seth knocks the balloon to the ground and nearly jumps over him in his haste to get away.

Chapter 47

Seth

After dropping Jasmine in the suite with Vickie and Colt, I rush back to the room I’m sharing with my wife in the Walsh mansion. I never thought I’d be the type of man who goes on about his wife, but my wife is pretty cool with a heavy dose of pretty. When I step back inside the room, which is more like a suite, I hear the shower running. That gives me enough time to change into the outfit I brought with me. I ordered it a few days after we had our talk at Gaga’s bedside, but this is the first chance I’ve had to use it.

I set up my phone on the tripod I had hidden in my bag, then I change into the outfit and put on the tool belt. It’s as if I timed it perfectly. She comes out of the bathroom in her short robe. It’s the red one I got for her, not the ugly floral one she moved in with.

Her eyes bug out when she sees me standing in the middle of the room with nothing on but a pair of chaps shorts and the tool belt around my waist. Her eyes travel up my chest, and I feel a sense of pride when she bites her bottom lip. Then she looks down and starts to giggle.

“What the hell, Wakowski?” she asks gesturing at me. “You look like a gay repairman.”

I look at myself in the mirror and realize she might be right. The shorts are tight, and I look ridiculous.

“Ain’t nothing gay about what’s about to happen here,” I say as I saunter toward her, making sure to thrust my hips forward so she can see my bulge. It works, and that causes her to have another fit of giggles. She laughs so hard, she falls on the bed on her back. I take her hand and pull her back to her feet.

I turn and show her my ass. She laughs some more and slaps my bare butt cheek through the holes in my shorts.

“Take those off before they cut off your circulation,” she says between fits of laughter.

“I’m here to fix your cable box, ma’am,” I say.

“Where did that southern accent come from?” she asks. “It’s terrible.” She laughs again.

“Ma’am,” I say, affecting my accent more. “I’m goin’ to ask you to bend over so I can get access to your box.”

I walk closer, flex a muscle, and kiss my bicep.

“Why do I need to bend over for you to get to my box?” she asks. Without answering, I go to my phone and start recording. Her eyes widen, and I wait for her to run screaming into the bathroom, but she doesn’t.

She unties the robe and pulls it around her shoulder. She has a splattering of beauty marks on her left shoulder that I find incredibly sexy.

“Mr. Cable Guy,” she says with a lowered and husky voice. “I’m so glad you’re here.” She drops the robe more, revealing her breasts. She pushes them together, and my mouth waters. "My box is in desperate need of repairs. Why, I think it’s developed cobwebs.”

She bends over the bed, and the robe rides up past her upper thighs. My fingertips trail along her smooth, brown skin. I lift the robe, and her juicy bare ass is before me. I slap one cheekhard and squeeze it in my big hand. She throws her head back and moans, and I know it’s because she loves the feel of my hands on her body.

“Cobwebs?” I lean on her back and nip her ear. “I don’t think so.” My hand goes between her legs and run my fingers over her pussy. “I think someone’s been doing a good job of servicing this hot tight box.” I slip a finger inside, and she hisses.

“Fuck yeah,” she moans out, then she clears her throat and says, “I mean, yeah, but I need maintenance tonight, Mr. Cable Guy. Can you help me?”

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