Page 54 of Slap Shot at a Second Chance

“Big meanie,” I muttered under my breath as I looked at my laptop, but not before noticing the smirk on his face as he leaned against the arm of the couch with his legs crossed, watching me as I worked.

Or as I tried to work. I could still feel his thing under my palm, how strained he was. My center had not calmed down at all andknowing that he was watching me squirm in my seat annoyed,kindaturned me on.

My panties felt very damp, and they were really uncomfortable under this satin skirt. If I had to get up right now, I’m pretty sure a wet spot would appear underneath me. I stole a peek at Nate from above my laptop. His gaze was still fixed on me, a small smile etched on his face.

When our eyes met, the smile on his face grew and he winked as he licked his lips. My eyes latched on to every movement that happened on his face, and really, him just sticking his tongue out and raising his index finger and middle finger as a“V”was all it took for me to slam my laptop closed.

He put his hands down and raised his eyebrows.

“Are you done working?” he mused and I bit on the inside of my cheek, trying my best to not say anything smartass or rude. I was desperate and beingnaughty—how he liked to explain my behavior—would not assist me at all.

I got up from my chair and made sure to have a cute expression as I walked over to him. I pouted as I stood in front of him, picking my nails while I looked at him from under my lashes.

“I can’t concentrate,” I murmured and he sighed as he uncrossed his legs and spread them. He reached out his hand for mine, and gently pulled me onto his lap. My legs spread out on either side of him, and if my center could speak, it would sayfinally.

“What’s the matter?” he asked and I pressed my head on his chest, my fingers grabbing onto his breast, and I was sure he could tell I was faking it. He was trying so hard to hold in his laughter as my finger circled around his nipple.

“I just want to be in your arms,” I whispered. Which was wholeheartedly true, but I wanted more than just being in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his waist and he circled his arms around me, his hands gently rubbing my back.

I could fall asleep like this.

We were engulfed in silence and it wasn’t so bad. The lust had reduced and being in his arms took away some of the tension I had been feeling from work. I breathed him in and smiled as I lifted my head.

“Are you okay now?” he asked and I nodded, feeling motivated to get back to work.

“Yeah, thank you.” I stroked his cheek. “I can go back to work now.”

“Stay a minute.” He pulled me back into his chest, his hands still gently rubbing circles on my back.So soothing, fuck.Maybe we should just go home now. “Angel?”

“Hmm?” I answered, feeling at peace in his arms.

“Please don’t get offended by what I’m about to ask,” he said and my heart started picking up slightly as I heard the caution in his tone.Is he going to break things off between us?“I never asked before because I wanted to respect your privacy, but if I’m going to be in your life, I need to know.”

“Okay?” I answered hesitantly as I lifted my head from his chest, and looked into his eyes, trying my hardest to calm my heart down.

“Is Nathaniel’s father in your life and should I be worried about him suddenly appearing and you leaving me for him?”

My heart stilled, and sweat quickly formed in the palms of my hands as I struggled to maintain eye contact with Nate.

“Huh?” I whispered, trying my hardest to swallow but my throat was incredibly dry and my arms were beginning to itch.

“Avery.” He smiled softly as he rubbed my arms, but that did nothing to calm me down.

Fuck, I was panicking.I wanted to run away. I could feel a huge lump form in my throat as Nate tried to calm me down.

I’m fucked. We’re fucked. FUCK. FUCK. FUCK!

“Can you tell me about Nath?—“

“He’s yours!” I blurted out and he looked at me quietly for a second before a smile grew on his face.

“Of course, he’s mine. Since you’re with me, I’ll take care of Nathaniel as if he’s my own flesh and blood. You don’t have to worry about that,” he spoke softly as he rubbed my cheek and I shook my head, feeling the tears roll down my face.

“No, Nate. I mean Nathaniel isyours. He is your child.”

Chapter 22

Nate

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