Page 67 of Risky Game

I smiled at the way my daughter was so gentle with the baby, carefully sitting with her feet tucked under her. Ruby sat up from the edge of her pool and…

Fuck me.

She was in a bikini, and obviously that should have registered early, but it wasn’t a simple, black or plain bikini. Red and white striped triangles barely covered her full, generous breasts and were barely being held up by a thin red strap wrapped around her back and her neck. Two tiny bows were tied at the curve of her hips. And there was no way, with how small the front of her bottoms were, that the back fully covered her ass.

My nostrils flared as I took in any of the guys who might have noticed her, who might watch her move, but of course… there weren’t any.

Almost all the men here were married or engaged, and I was being a jackass.

I cleared my throat and tried to focus on Cole. They had thrown this party for me after all. I couldn’t become a dick. “How’s Eden? Is she here?”

“Nah. She was tired. Said she needed a break.”

She was over halfway through her own pregnancy, and she had Jasper to chase around most days. “Bet she’s glad Jasper’s back in school. God, we love the day he goes back to school and then we’re sad because he’s not running around all over the house all day. How messed up is that?”

“Parenting is a special form of torture. I get it.”

“Yeah. Cool you’ve got time with your girl, though. Jassen said his sister is a nanny. That worked out well for you.”

“Perfect timing.” In a dozen ways, many of which I’d only begun to explore. “She’ll stay until Vanessa gets back from Europe. I’m glad she was able to step in and help out on such short notice.”

“Amelia doing okay with her? That can’t be easy. I know whenever I get Jasper back from his mom’s, it takes a day or so for him to adjust.”

“It’s been…” Hell. Incredible. Delicious torture and infuriating. “Amelia’s coming around, I think.”

“Hey, how’s it going, Logan? Glad you could make it.”

I turned to the familiar voice and caught the kind smile Jassen Moore always seemed to wear. “Thanks for doing this, and for Molly. I know she hasn’t been well.”

“She’s getting through it. Amelia is suddenly scared of the pool or is something else going on with her today?”

She was now standing at the edge, her chest floatie draped across her chest, around her biceps. Ruby was clasping it at the back and bent down to speak to her. Her breasts swung, the sides visible from those damn, tiny triangles. She was a current, walking red flag and she’d pay for this teasing.

A quick sideways glance from her direction to me, a narrowing of her eyes, and a barely there and then gone wicked gleam in my direction proved she knew exactly what she was doing.

I fought down the urge to growl at her and tried to remember Jassen’s question. Amelia. Right.

The whole damn purpose of today. “She loves the water. It’s all the kids that make her nervous. She’ll warm up.”

As I said it, Molly called Luke to the edge of the pool. He swam straight to Amelia and clung to the edge of the pool. He was younger than her by a year, but she at least knew him from Ruby bringing her over here before.

She bent close to him, grinned, and then stepped back and settled her hand on Ruby’s thigh.

“I’ll be back,” I told them.

I’d go check on Amelia, get in with her if I had to, but if we were here to get her used to these kids, it wouldn’t do for her to avoid them all day.

The trek around the pool was short, each step of mine on the patio slow. Ruby caught me coming as soon as I took off and if we weren’t careful, we were going to give ourselves away sooner than I wanted—which was never. But God, the way her eyes tracked every single one of my movements. The way I was having a hard time not staring at her tits.

She was fucking gorgeous. Lean, tan. Not overly toned, but soft.

And I knew the sounds she made when she was fighting back a screaming orgasm.

My chest tightened and I forced my jaw to unclench as I reached them.

“What’s going on?” I attempted to smile down at Amelia.

She flashed me wide, scared eyes. “You mad, Daddy?”

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