I’ve been sitting on the couch for two hours, staring at a blank wall. My mind has been racking up the thousands of questions about an orphaned girl who I should have been caring for instead of wasting my life away on this couch.

Reed hasn’t left the apartment, every so often coming out and staring at me. Like right now.

This time I stare back. “Where is she?”

“A foster home in Goleta. She’s good. I’ve been keeping tabs on her, checking in with her social worker.”

“What’s her name?”

He hangs his head, his hands in the pockets of his jeans and takes a deep breath. “Emily. Emily Jones.”

“That was Megan’s last name. Where’s her dad?”

He shrugs. “No one knows. Her birth certificate lists no known father.”

That stings.

“I want to see her.”

He nods. “Get your shit. I’ll drive you.”

We pull up in front of a one-story home on the outskirts of town. There’s nothing special about it. It’s not a shit hole, but it’s certainly no mansion. A woman with short brown hair is twirling a blonde little girl in the front yard. The minute the girl’s feet hit the ground, she turns, her big blue eyes locking onto mine for a split second. My heart completely cracks in two. She looks exactly like her mom.

“Get me out of here.”

Reed pulls away from the curb and I call my attorney.

I don’t give him a chance to say hello before I ask, “Did you know?”

“Yeah. I knew.”

“I don’t care what it takes, get me some sort of visitation rights, some sort of involvement with that little girl.”

“You need to pull it together before any court grants you custody, Damian.”

“As of right now and from here on forward, I’m together. And I’m going to make it my life’s mission that Emily Jones will be properly taken care of the rest of her life.”

“Let’s go work out at home.” Addison’s seductive voice shakes me from my memory.

I smile and kiss her hard.

“New rule!” Reed is shouting and it startles us both. “No PDA, no touching unless absolutely necessary, and no sneaking off early to grab a quick fuck.” I flinch at his description of our relationship but also at the accuracy at which he’d just pegged us. “I get it, guys, I really do. And I’m happy for you both, really, I am, but just because you’ve found some . . . some cosmic event that you can’t explain, neither one of you are getting out of our workouts. So get the hell up and give me fifty!”

We both stand and Addison reaches on her tiptoes trying to whisper something in my ear. I bend down to hear her better. “Take off your shirt, and I’ll give you a blow job later.”

She drops to the ground and starts her push up routine.

I’m hard.

Again.

And can’t do much about it.

But I want a blowjob, and even though I know she’d probably give me one anyway, I take off my shirt and expose my skin to the cold post-rain air.

At least that took care of my hard on.

We work out for over an hour, Reed shouting directions at us, and both of us following every word he says. By the time we’re ready to head home, I want to kick Reed’s ass but mostly, I want to fall into bed with Addison.

I grab her around the waist and throw her over my shoulder. “See you later, Reed,” I yell behind me as I get us both out of there and home as quickly as possible. I need to be inside her, and I need it like I need air to breathe. I’ve been semi erect since I woke up this morning, and it’s beginning to get painful.

I choke on the bite of Wheaties I just took as I watch Addison’s breasts bounce slightly when she sits down in the kitchen chair. She’s wearing a white terry cloth robe she insisted on bringing over here. But it’s not tied and the sight is more erotic than if she were walking around in the nude. A scrap of skin down the middle of her body, the round insides of her breasts, her tiny belly button which isn’t quite an outie, but doesn’t go very deep either, are all I can see and it leads straight down to the crease between her legs which isn’t covered by anything at all. When she moves slightly or crosses her legs, the robe will move to the side and an entire breast will become exposed.

My appetite for food is quickly dissolving into a deep hunger for her, but I’m still undecided if it’s her breasts or the slick folds between her thighs, I want to taste first.

“Would you rather have sex here . . .” I press my palms flat on the wood of my kitchen table, until it creaks slightly, then capture her eyes with my own intense stare, “or outside, on the balcony?” She laughs and her breasts bounce again.

Fuck.

I’m so hard.

No matter what we do together, my desire for this woman can never seem to get satiated.

“Um, this table because I’m not sure the neighbors could handle that kind of a show.” She takes another bite of cereal and her breasts bounce slightly as she slowly chews.

“Would you rather I bite down on your nipple or run my tongue between your legs?”

She drops her spoon, and they bounce a different way, her eyes lighting up in excitement.

Fuck.

This is torture.

“Is it possible to do both at once.”

I laugh, “Probably not, but I’ll figure something out.”

I want to suck one of those erect nipples into my mouth. I’ve never been much of an exhibitionist, but since I’ve met Addison I’ve lived practically shirtless, and since Friday night, there’s been a rare occasion where either of us had any clothes on. It’s close to midnight and she has to go to work tomorrow. Maybe my constant erection will ease up when I’m not around her.

Standing, I place my bowl in the kitchen sink and pull out an envelope from a drawer that I’ve been hiding for the past month.

“Your birthday is next month, right?”

She notices my change of subject but doesn’t protest. “How did you know?”

“I’m good like that. Happy early birthday, Green Eyes.”

She stands and meets me at the counter. Her eyes widen, then they squint. After widening again, she looks at me. “Is this . . . are these . . . are these what I think they are?”

“Two tickets to the Venice Beach taping of American Ninja Warrior.”

Her lips turn up in the biggest grin I’ve ever seen cross her beautiful face. She starts jumping up and down, and fuck, those tits just don’t stop. I can’t take it anymore.

Picking her up, she wraps her legs around my waist. I lean my head down and pull a nipple into my mouth, gently sucking. She moans and her bare entrance gets warm and wet along my abs. “I love your tits. They bounce, they react to me, and they’re too big to fit in my hand. They’re perfect.” I run my nose along the pink peak of her nipple and kiss the large swell underneath her dark areola. I’m so hard my cock is poking out of my shorts and reaching all the way up to her backside, resting just above her ass.

Nudging the robe down her shoulders, I trail kisses along her arms as I slip it off her body.

I slide a finger along the groove of her parted cheeks, and then rub my finger along the slick wetness of her opening. She’s burning with warmth, and I’m burning to be everywhere all at once. I start to walk back to my room, but she stops me, her legs falling to the sides and sliding down my body, taking my shorts with her. She’s on her knees, her half lidded eyes looking up at me.

Fuck yeah.

I’ve been waiting all day for this promised blow job, and my hips flex involuntarily knowing she’s about to bring me into her parted lips.

Her hand encases my throbbing erection, and her tongue licks the rim. I want her to suck me in deep, but she keeps teasing me with that damn tongue, running it along my length then around my tip. My legs can barely keep me standing, I need to turn, rest my hands on the counter and get a better footing.