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Where has this girl been all my life?
She’s sexy.
She’s sweet.
And sexy.
She’s down to earth.
And really sexy.
Plus she’s great with Henry.
She’s…perfect.
A little young for me, but…. Who am I kidding? I like that too.
Tonight hasn’t gone the way I’d planned. We traded a quiet dinner for two at my fave restaurant for a riotous dinner for three at my condo. Lamb and champagne for pizza and beer (a diet cola for her and milk for the little man). And dirty sex for…story time.
But has she complained? Not once.
Me, well…there’s always time for dirty sex later.
Reclined on the bed with Henry, Chloe is reading a story from her phone.
Wearing a pair of brand new pajamas I bought him, my son is snuggled up beside her, listening and looking at the pictures.
I am fucking in love.
With both of them.
It’s blowing my mind. I don’t know where this is coming from.
I never wanted kids.
I never wanted a wife. Definitely never wanted a wife.
But now, as I sit here watching this scene play out in my guest bedroom (turned nursery), something has just snapped inside me. It’s as if there was this huge piece missing from my life. Something so vital, and yet I hadn’t even realized it was missing. And pop, here it is, and now everything feels right.
“Okay, that’s the end of the story,” I tell my son. “It’s time to go to sleep.”
“I’m not tired.” Henry, my not-tired son yawns.
“I know. But if you go to sleep now, I’ll make you a special cake tomorrow,” Chloe promises.
She’s a genius.
“I like cake,” Henry says.
“I know you do.” She eases out of the bed and pulls the covers over him. “Go to sleep now, and you can have your cake tomorrow.”
The little guy wiggles down under the covers and snaps his eyes shut, and I swallow a chuckle.
Looks like my kid will do anything for cake.
Good to know.
I take Chloe’s hand and we quietly walk back out to the living room.
It’s my time now. And I don’t want her reading any stories to me. Time for some more of those delectable kisses.
“You were amazing,” I tell her as I lead her to the couch. “Do you have any kids?”
“Nope. But I’ve been around a lot of children.” She smiles and the whole fucking universe lights up. “He’s a cute little boy. Um…quite energetic. But also smart.”
“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
“Not if you can keep him busy,” she tells me. “That’s the trick. Especially with the smart ones. Find out what he likes and keep him challenged.”
“Thank you. I’ll do that.” I go to the wine cooler, pick a bottle, grab a couple of glasses and return to the couch. “Wine?”
She hesitates for a moment and then nods. “Just a little. I’m not a drinker.”
I fill her glass less than halfway then fill mine. Before drinking, I offer a toast. “To surprises.”
She taps her glass to mine then lifts it to her mouth. After she takes a shy sip, her little tongue sweeps across her lower lip, reminding me of that kiss earlier. The one in her store.
Holy shit, that kiss. I was so close to taking her right then and there. In her office. On her desk. And we hadn’t even gone on a date yet.
I’ve kissed a lot of women. But I’ve never lost control like that. Ever.
I wonder if it will happen again...
Unable to resist the temptation to conduct a little experiment, I set my glass down on the coffee table. I take hers and set it next to mine. Then I tangle my fingers in her gorgeous hair and pull her to me. Our mouths find each other, and I fucking see stars.
Something snaps inside me.
Mine.
This girl is mine.
My tongue plunges into her sweet, sweet depth and my dick goes concrete-hard. The air blasts from the room, and I’m stuck gasping for breath. I pull her closer, and she molds to me, her soft curves fitting absolutely perfectly against me. All I can think about is having her beneath me, legs spread, my dick driving deep inside her slick heat.
The sound of her little whimpers is driving me crazy. And her delicious flavor. And the tangy scent of her cologne.
My hand finds a creamy thigh. Trembling. She’s trembling.
I break the kiss. “Are you okay, precious?”
Her beautiful eyes are dilated. Her lips swollen. She nods.
She is so fucking hot. I can’t stand it.
“Tell me to stop,” I insist, “and I will. It may kill me. Because I want you so fucking much. But I will stop.”
She nods again. “I like kissing you.”
That’s all I fucking need to hear.
I smash my mouth on hers and shove my tongue inside. She kisses me back, though not as passionately as I am kissing her. I’m soaring toward that place again, where I could lose all control. I want to hold back, and yet I don’t. Her shy, sweet response drives me absolutely nuts. And the sensation of her lush body pressed against mine is enough to make me cum in my pants.
I slide a hand up her stomach, over her breast. She sucks in a little gasp and arches her back. Damn, that’s a beautiful sound. I tease her nipple through her clothes, pinching it and rolling it between my finger and thumb and she quivers.
Holy hell, I haven’t had a woman this responsive since college. She’s younger than me. Early twenties, I’m guessing. It’s as if she’s completely innocent.
I want to see that hard little nipple, to taste it. But she’s wearing a dress made out of some kind of material with absolutely no give. None. I can’t pull the neckline down.
Hmmm. Maybe I can do something about that.
I reach around her back and tug at the zipper, but she leans back, trapping my hand between her body and the couch. So much for that plan. Undeterred, I go back to her thigh, dragging my hand up the silky smooth skin to her warm center. But before I get there, she pins her knees together.
This girl is playing with me.
Normally I would get frustrated and irritated and would end the date and ship her home in my car. But not this girl. No. I’m enjoying the way she’s tempting me, teasing me.
I leave my hand on her thigh and kiss her, relishing all her shivers and moans and whimpers. I kiss her neck and watch goose bumps erupt over her arm. I nip her earlobe and enjoy her little sighs. I kiss her collarbone and pull in the sweet scent of her skin.
Damn, I am addicted. Addicted.
I shift positions, sitting back and pulling her onto my lap. My cock just loves the feel of her soft ass. She wriggles and squirms as I torment her nipples through her dress. I nip at them, pinch them, draw circles around and around them. And she enjoys every second, every little bite and touch and pinch.
And I’m enjoying every second too. My dick is so fucking hard it’s killing me. My balls are so tight I’m gritting my teeth.
It’s torture. Sweet torture.
I am loving it.
Yes, I want to flip this dirty girl over, strip off her panties and paddle her bare ass. Then I want to bury myself balls deep in her and fuck her until she screams her release. I’m desperate to do those things. But the second I try to take things to the next level she pushes me back.
Finally, she breaks the kiss and looks me in the eye. “You’re getting angry with me, aren’t you?”
“No,” I answer.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes.”
She gives me an I-don’t-believe-you look.
She’s adorable. Abso-fucking-lutely adorable.
“Really.” My balls are fucking throbbing. I don’t think they’ll ever be normal again. “I’m not angry. Frustrated? Yes.”
“I’m sorry.” She stands.
Damn she looks so hot. Her hair is a messy, just-fucked mane of waves. Her face is flushed. Her nipples are so hard they're poking at the front of her dress. She is the picture of an innocent siren. Sweet. Seductive. Dangerous. I would follow her to my death.
“You don’t owe me an apology. I’m a man. My dick gets hard when I kiss a beautiful woman. But that doesn’t mean I think you owe me anything.”
She blinks enormous, beautiful eyes at me. “Do you mean that?”
“Sure.” Kind of.
Would I rather strip off that fucking dress and impale her on my (throbbing) dick?
Yes.
But does she owe me that?
No.
“You’re sweet,” she says.
Sweet? That’s not the compliment I was looking for. But I’ll take it.
“So are you,” I tell her. And I mean it. In the most literal way. I want to taste more of her.
She sighs.
It isn’t one of those sighs, the good kind.
Fuck.
It’s the other kind. The kind that says the fun’s over.
“It’s getting late,” she says. “I should probably go. I have to get to the bakery early tomorrow.”
“Sure.” I stand. Fuck, my dick and balls ache. “My car will take you back.”
Chloe’s gaze goes straight to my pants tent. Her face turns an even brighter shade of pink. It looks really fucking sexy on her.
I take her hand in mine and walk her out to the elevator. As I stand there, I realize I don’t want her to leave. Just the thought of going back inside my condo without her sucks. But what can I do? I can’t hold her hostage. “My driver will be waiting for you downstairs,” I tell her.
“I had a very nice time,” she says. “Thank you.”
“I did too.” I cup her sweet, sweet face and brush my mouth over hers. I’d love to really kiss her again, but I know if I do, I won’t stop. Just like I know if I get in that car with her, she won’t get home before dawn. “See you soon,” I whisper against her lips.
“Yes.”
That had better be a promise.
Because I’ve just found the girl of my dreams.
There’s no way I’m letting her go.