Page 50 of Big Bad Single Wolf Dad

I agree to the challenge and walk her back to the foul line.

“Work on your throw before worrying about the approach.” I stand close behind her, take her hand in mine, and guide her back and forward, keeping her arm straight throughout the arc. She seems completely engrossed in the lesson, which is unfortunate since the instructor is distracted by the curve of her ass and how it fits so well against his hips.

“Hm, seems an extra pin just got added to the lineup,” she says smugly. She wiggles her hips a bit to emphasize what she’s talking about as if I couldn’t tell. “Knocking that one down might be a little difficult.”

I take a breath and try to calm down. “Let’s focus on the ones ahead of you for now,” I say in a tone of gentle warning.

“With any luck, that one’s ahead of me soon, too.”

I bite my lower lip as thoughts of extending this date fill my mind. “You’re trying to trip up my game.” My accusation comes with a chuckle.

“Maybe!” she replies. Sarah pulls her arm back just like I showed her and releases a little too soon with a thud. “Maybe I need all the advantages I can find.”

She looks up at me, hands on her hips and a wild smirk on her face. I instinctively put a finger under her raised chin and draw her face closer to mine. Were it not for the screaming teenagers and strange circus-style music blaring, this might be one of the most romantic moments in my life.

As it stands, it’s simply in the top five.

She lifts onto her toes again and gives me a quick peck on the lips. “My ball is back,” she says. Sarah turns back to the lane and tries again, more controlled this time. She screeches in shock as she hits a spare.

“Yes! Look at who’s in first place!” she yells, waving her arms over her head and hopping back to the seating area.

“For now,” I tease. We continue like this for the entire game, with her almost scraping up to my score, but the gap becomes too big. She doesn’t seem to care, though, treating every knocked-down pin as a stunning success on her part. And I simply have to agree.

When the game ends, she comes back to me and puts her arms around my hips. She clasps her hands behind me and stares into my eyes.

“You wanna play another game? Or…” Her voice trails off, implications hanging there like a single pin begging to be knocked down.

I kiss her again, and we speed right past the innocent grazing and passionately lock our lips together. I pull back when I hear an employee clear his throat. We are, after all, holding up a free lane on a very busy night.

“I like the ‘or’ option,” I finally reply. She smiles wide, cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling. Sarah takes me by the hand and leads us back to the entrance.

“Wait!” I cry. She looks back at me in confusion, like I’m about to change my mind. But I shake my head and gesture at the ground. “The shoes.”

Sarah looks down and, after a moment, bursts into laughter. “I was really going to walk out like that, huh?”

“Don’t worry,” I reply. “I’m just as excited as you are.”

“Oh, I’m aware.”

27

SARAH

I crush my lips against Greg’s, standing on my toes to get close to his height. Greg groans back a low, primal growl of desire. The sound reverberates through my chest and burns me hotter.

This is what I want. This is all I want, always. I want him in my life, to be a father for my kids and a partner at my side. I want to spend every night in his bed. I want his bed to be our bed. I want this to be our home, our family, our shared life.

I have no doubts anymore.

Greg reaches down and cups my ass. He grips my flesh hard and makes me squeal.

“We have the whole place to ourselves,” he whispers in my ear. We’ve already checked the five sleeping children and dismissed the nanny, so we’re essentially alone. “You can be as loud as you want.”

I smile against his lips as I trail my nails over his scalp, feeling his wild brown locks run through my fingers.

“And what if I like being quiet?” I ask in a teasing manner. Again, Greg growls at the playful challenge.

“Then I get to be as loud as I want.” He punctuates his demand by gripping me by the thighs and lifting me up into the air. He gets the reaction he’s looking for as I loudly yelp. Greg carries me over to the bed and gently drops me. I bounce slightly on the mattress and revel in the feeling of soft cotton on my bare skin.

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