Page 59 of Punked By the Playmaker
Without permission, my eyes darted to where his erection tented his slacks.
It would appear everything was still in working order down there. Good to know.
No! Not good! Because you’re not having sex with him, remember?
Barely two weeks in, and my resolve was starting to crumble. How the hell was I supposed to stand my ground for an entire year?
As the sound of Levi’s snoring started again, I was forced to accept that, despite how hard I tried, at some point, I wouldn’t be able to resist temptation.
It wasn’t a matter ofifbutwhenI would allow him to make good on his promise to fuck me senseless.
And already, I knew that act of surrender would be my undoing.
Levi shuffled into the kitchen the next morning with a noticeable limp, his face pinched in pain.
I slid a cup of coffee across the island toward him. “How you feeling this morning?”
He gingerly lowered onto a stool, sucking in a sharp breath and wincing when he settled onto the hard surface. “Like shit.”
Austin looked up from his cereal. “Saw the video. Absolutely brutal, bro.”
Levi grunted, and I took pity on him, passing over a couple of ibuprofen.
With a stern glare, I said, “No more mixing these with alcohol.”
He swallowed the pills dry, then gave me a mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”
Maisie tentatively shifted closer to her father. “Levi?”
His brown eyes lifted to meet hers. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
The girl chewed on her lower lip. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Come here.” Levi extended an arm, and she flew across the room, burying her face in his chest. His lips brushed against the top of her head as he spoke. “I’ll be just fine; don’t you worry. Just gonna be sore for a few days, is all.”
Muffled against his shirt, she said, “I’m sorry you got hurt.”
He hummed. “You and me both, honey.”
While I hated to break up this tender moment, I didn’t have time to drive the kids to school this morning if they missed the bus. Gently, I urged, “Why don’t you finish up your breakfast, Maisie? It’s almost time to leave.”
Reluctantly, she withdrew from Levi’s arms and went back to her bowl of fruit.
If I hadn’t been looking, I would have missed how Austin nudged her with an elbow as soon as she sat down, widening his eyes and jerking his chin in the direction of Levi and me. Maisieshook her head in response, whisper-hissing, “No way, you tell them.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “All right. What’s going on, you two?”
They both sat up straight, big eyes blinking at having been caught.
“Out with it,” I commanded.
“Um.” Austin glanced at Maisie before continuing, “Apparently, our new school requires a certain number of parent volunteer hours per student. Since we joined late and there aren’t many events left until the end of the year, they assigned you guys to chaperone the dance on Friday night.”
“They didn’t even ask,” Maisie cried. “They just said you had to do it!”
“And bring baked goods for the dessert bar.” Austin scowled, huffing, “I don’t even want to go to this thing.”
Maisie’s gaze dropped to the countertop. “It could be kinda fun.”
