The main door opens.
“Hey, sweetheart. Wanted to check in on you,” Coach’s voice grumbles.
I close my eyes and exhale slowly through my nose.
“Dad, hi.” Kendall sounds breathless, but she’s covering it well. “What’s up?”
“You left dinner pretty quick. Everything okay?”
“Yeah, tired from the travel. You know how flights wipe me out.”
A pause that feels like it lasts a century.
“Are you sure you’re fine?”
“Great. I’m about to take a hot shower. The water pressure here is amazing.”
“All right. Well, big game tomorrow. Get some rest.”
“I will. Night, Daddy.”
“Night, sweetheart.”
The door closes, and I wait, counting to ten before I walk into her room again. Kendall is leaning against the wall in a hotel robe. She’s smirking.
“That was too close,” I say.
“It was. We have to be more careful,” she tells me. “What were you going to say before we were interrupted?”
I meet her eyes. “I don’t remember.”
She stares at me with wild hair, and I watch the adrenaline crash through her system. I should feel panic, but instead, I feel possessive in a way that makes me want to push her against the wall and fuck her all over again, just to prove that nothing can stop this.
“This is out of control,” she says.
“Do you want to stop?” I ask. “Say the words.”
She sucks in a deep breath. “I can’t. Selfishly, I don’t want to.”
Neither of us moves.
I can see her chest rising and falling beneath the robe. She’s as addicted to this as I am.
Seconds later, she’s opening her suitcase. A dildo falls out and rolls onto the floor.
I raise an eyebrow. “What’s that?”
She picks it up and holds it in her hand. “I thought maybe you could use it on me.”
I take it from her hand and examine it, turning it on briefly to hear the low buzz fill the quiet room before clicking it off. It’s tempting.
But that’s too easy because it’s what she expects.
“Don’t think so,” I say.
Her face falls. “Why?”
I step closer, licking my lips as I drink in her curves. “You’re going to use it on yourself as I watch. My little exhibitionist.”
