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Then again, I’m starting to learn that Crew Madden is nothing like most men.

And I’m not quite sure what to do with that information.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Crew

“Your spin didn’t go,” Addy says, jumping over to the spinner where Tennyson is trying to flick it with her outstretched hand. “I’ve got it for you.”

“Can we be done with this game yet?” I groan out of fatherly obligation while secretly enjoying how much laughter has been ringing through this house over the past two hours.

“No,” Paige says. “We want to see who will win between the two of you.”

I eye her as I have one foot on a yellow spot and another on a red spot, my legs already spread way farther than is natural for an inflexible man such as myself.

“That’s not exactly fair considering she’s a dancer and I’m . . . me,” I say to another round of laughter.

“Exactly. You always win.” Paige crosses her arms over her chest and smiles smugly. “It’ll be nice to see you lose for once.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be on my side—”

“Red,” Addy shouts and adds a little jump of excitement when the spinner lands on the color.

Tenny snorts as she looks at the current placement of her first foot and where her other foot has to go, directly in front of me. There’s no way her small frame can cover that distance.

But the smack of Tenny’s hands and her rubbing them together tells me her competitive streak is just as stubborn as mine is.

And she’s just about to lose some of that sass of hers to a spot on the board.

“You’re mine, Madden,” she says playfully as she snakes one leg in front of mine.

My chuckle turns into a sucked-in breath as her body slides in front of mine with her back to my front.

Warmth.

That’s my current focus as the warmth of her body heats up my own skin. At least that’s what I try to stay focused on because it’s pretty fucking hard to have our bodies lined up, pressing against each other’s like this, and to not have a clear physical reaction.

That’s to say I’m trying to make sure my dick doesn’t go hard at the feel of her nestled right up against my cock, in an innocent game with my girls standing there watching.

I’m going to hell.

That’s where my mind thinks I should be going with the thoughts I can’t stop from running through my head.

“You’re going down,” Tenny playfully says over her shoulder. She has no idea how much I wish she were right. Me going down. On her.

I shake my head to rid the thought but only serve to lose my balance with the action and fall farther into her.

“Not on your life,” I grit out.

“Do you want us to spin for you, Dad?” Addy asks, bringing me back to my own twisted, comedic reality.

“Sure. How about a green?” I ask for my own sanity’s sake as that would move me away from Tenny.

I hear the flick of Addy’s finger on the spinner. The sound of the plastic scraping against the cardboard holder. And then the laughter as the two girls see what my fate is.

“Red,” they both say in unison as I groan.

“How in the hell am I supposed to—”