“The other night you told me you had a wild streak. I want to see it. C’mon, Baseball Daddy, it’s time to find the other half of that balance I promised you—the fun.”� He leisurely wanders my way, but his long legs move much quicker than mine. With a single finger hooked into the waistband of my jeans, he not only stops me from getting farther away from him, but he pulls me back until my chest slams into his. Oh, there’s no doubt in my mind, tonight is going to be fun. He wets his bottom lip with a slick slide of his tongue. “What kind of fun are we talking about here?�
