“Your dad,” I reply, flatly. “He was looking for you.” I sit down on the couch and rub my head. Her eyes widen as she sits down next to me.
“What did you tell him?” she gasps.
“Nothing,” I shrug. “I said you fell asleep on my couch and I didn’t want to wake you.” She looks so anxious that I reach for her hand to reassure her that it’s okay. “He doesn’t know anything. I think he was just worried about you, but that was way too close.” I hesitate and focus on her. “We really need to think this through, Anna. Decide whether this is something that we both want. And if it is, we have to do it right. We can't risk getting caught like that again. It's not fair to either of us.”
She nods and looks at me with her sultry blue eyes that make my cock twitch. I’m resisting the urge to take back possession of my shirt and fuck the hell out of her, because, god, she looks hot.
“I agree that we need to be careful, but I don't want to stop this,” she says with a frown. I take her hand and pull her onto my lap, giving up on fighting the urge to touch her.
“Neither do I,” I mutter.
Fuck Dan and everything else. I can’t think of anything , other than feeling my cock slide inside her pussy, but she’s still hesitant to let my dick anywhere near that. I’ve pretended that I haven't noticed, but I have, and I'm sure it’s because of the rumors. Maybe she’s scared she can't handle me, or that I won’t fit in. Either way, as much as I want her, I don't want to rush her. The last thing I want is to scare her off. For now, I'm happy just making sure that she’s happy, and the best way I knew how to do that is with my tongue.
“Again?” she says, her eyes wide when I flip her onto the couch and move down onto the floor.
I chuckle as I spread her legs a little wider, that familiar mouthwatering scent hitting me again. I lean forward and lick, while she gasps and clenches her thighs together.
“What? I happen to love your pussy,” I say, grinning up at her. “You’re not complaining, are you?” She shakes her head viciously and groans as I bury my face between her thighs again.
“A guy that wants to go down on me every five seconds?” she giggles “I should call the police.”
Smirking, I lick along her entrance before she finishes her sentence, making her jump. I rest my elbows on the inside of her thighs to keep them nice and spread for me. She groans as my tongue slides into her. I suck on her clit, then ease a finger inside her wet pussy. Her legs tense, but I keep them open. Her fingers rake through my hair, clutching onto it as I eat her out. I look up at her and smile because there is nothing sexier than her watching me while I lick her pussy.
“Holy fuck,” she breathes, her eyebrows lifting. “That feels… I can't even…”
I grin, my tongue circling around her clit, exploring every part of her pussy. Her breathing gets heavier, and her movements become more erratic. I sense that she's close, so I focus on that clit and suck the hell out of it. Finally, she comes. Her back arches as she pushes my face against her wetness. I gasp because I can barely breathe, but if I have to die right now, death by pussy is a more than adequate way to go.
Gasping, she lets go of my hair and pushes me away, leaving both of us trying to catch our breath. I sit back up and wipe my mouth, grinning like an idiot while she struggles to get over the fact that she came on my tongue. Finally, she curls up in my arms and smiles up at me. I tilt her face up to mine, kissing her gently on the mouth. She climbs on top of me, straddling me, rocking herself against my erection.
“I love the way you look at me,” she murmurs.
“You’re pretty amazing to look at.” I shrug as if it were all on her.
She sits back and studies me for a moment, then slides the shirt she’s wearing—my shirt—over her head. I let out a growl and run my hands over her naked curves. I lean forward and kiss her body, letting my mouth find its way to her breasts. I flick her nipple with my tongue, sucking at it hard. She cries out and runs her hands through my hair, while I wonder if I can make her come again.
“Wait,” she whispers, lifting my face to hers. She grins and lowers herself to the floor, positioning herself between my legs. “I hope you don’t mind me doing this,” she says.
God, those eyes, and the way she’s looking at me…
She grabs hold of my boxer shorts and carefully reaches inside. She gasps as my cock springs out, hard and ready to go. When she wraps her delicate hands around me, I groan, doing everything I can not to explode right then and there. I don't miss the way her eyes widen when she sees the size of me, nor do I miss the way she’s trying to loosen her jaw. I swallow a chuckle, because she looks so damn cute, rotating her extender muscle like that.
I sit back and exhale as she runs her hands down my shaft. It takes both of her petite hands to stretch around my girth, but with determination and persistence, she manages it. I watch as she lowers her mouth over my tip and begins to suck.
Holy fucking lord.
I grip hold of her golden hair, using all my strength not to ram myself deeper down her throat. Her eyes shine as she sucks, her blood red lips sliding up and down my cock. Just when I think this can’t get any better, she takes more of me. I'm amazed at how much of me she can fit in that perceptively small mouth. This girl would kill it in a hotdog eating contest.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
Her fingers grip the base of my cock as blood pumps through it. I groan, my body tensing, a surefire sign that I’m close. Then, with a growl, I release, shooting my load into her mouth. Her eyes widen, but she manages to swallow while impressively continuing to suck. She drags her mouth over my length until I physically push her away.
“That was incredible,” I sigh. I lift her back up into my lap and shake my head. I’m speechless. She smiles shyly as I cup her face and press my lips onto hers.
“And on that note, I should probably go,” She winces. “Just in case Dad comes back and I’m not there.” I nod, not wanting her to leave but understanding why she has to.
She disappears back into the bedroom to get dressed, while I fix myself up. Then I walk her out, stopping just before we reach the door, so I can kiss her. I run my hands through her hair and lean forward, pressing my lips against hers.
As I watch her disappear down my path, I glance at the time and curse. I had planned on leaving Anna to watch the kids while I did some work, but of course, I got distracted. She was forever distracting me, and my work was beginning to suffer. Instead of doing what I needed to be doing, I was doing things to her. I love spending time with her, but I have to figure out how to find time for both, or everyone is going to suffer.
Chapter Nine
Anna
I study the newspaper in front of me, drinking my coffee, while simultaneously and impatiently waiting for eight o’clock to roll around. Eight is when Nick asked me to head over to his place to help out for tonight. I’d usually get there earlier, but he had a work thing on this afternoon that ran late.
We’ve settled into a nice little pattern of me going over there, helping with kids, and then us spending time together alone. The arrangement was working perfectly. Dad hasn’t picked up on anything, other than to comment that I’m spending a lot of time over there. I look up as he walks into the kitchen. Speak of the devil.
“Hey, kiddo,” he says, rubbing the back of his head.
“Hey,” I say. “How’s work?” I smile at him as he sits down at the table. He glances over to see what I’m reading and frowns.
“Same old. Anything interesting?” he asks, nodding at the paper.
I glance back down and shrug. “Not really. Same old.” I grin. “But for some reason, it’s even less interesting today.”
“No news is good news, right?” he asks with a chuckle.
I shrug and turn the page, an article catching my attention
“Hey, did you know they’re redoing the old theatre downtown?” I say with a frown.
“Really?” Dad muses. “That should be interesting.”
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nbsp; “I’m actually kind of sad to see it redone,” I say, a twinge of nostalgia hitting me.
That building was what started my love of architecture. I used to sit down by the fountain in front of it and just stare at the building, taking in all the different shapes and textures. It wasn’t going to be the same with a new building there.
“What are your plans for dinner?” he asks. “I thought we could order a pizza and catch up?”
I shake my head. “I’ll probably just catch something next door.”
“Going over to Nick’s again?” Dad asks, raising his eyebrows.
“Yes,” I say, trying to sound casual. “We’ve kind of got a routine happening now, where after the kids are asleep, he helps me study.” I shrug as if it’s completely innocent.
“Uh-huh,” Dad says. “Don’t you think you’re over there a little too often lately?”
I raise my eyebrows at him. “You do remember it was your idea for me to go over there and help him in the first place?”
“Yeah, I know, but I didn’t mean you had to help him every night.”
“I'm surprised you even know that, considering how little you’re home,” I reply evenly.
He shrugs and holds his hands up. “Fair point. I'm just saying that you seem to be getting quite…attached to him.”
“Nobody is getting attached to anyone,” I reply. My face goes red, because that was my biggest fear, but probably not in the same way that he meant.
“Look, Anna,” Dad sighs. “I’m not having a go at you, I’m just worried about you losing sight of your studies and other things that are more important than–"
“Helping your friend who you wanted me to help?” I say with a laugh. “I don’t see what the big deal is. I’m just helping him with the kids,” I say. “Besides, five minutes ago you complained I study too much. You can’t have it both ways, Dad,” I say.
“I’m still allowed to worry,” he replies.
“Dad, I’m not failing anything, and nobody is taking advantage of anyone. Okay?” I can't look him in the eye because I'm sure he'll know that I'm lying. “I’ve got this under control.”
“Okay. I'm just saying, don’t take advantage of him or his situation,” Dad warns. “He’s a nice guy who doesn’t know how to say no. If he’s helping you with assignments, make sure you do something for him in return. Okay?” I struggle to hold in my laughter, because I know he means the washing or something, and not sucking his cock.
“Fine. I’ll do something nice,” I say, getting to my feet. “I better go, or it will be pointless me going over to help.”
As soon as I’m out the door, I let out a sigh. That was the most painful conversation I’d ever been forced to sit through. I almost lost it several times. In the back of my mind, I wonder if my father is right. Am I getting too attached to Nick? What if for him, this is just a casual hook up? God, what if he does this kind of thing all the time? Flings and hook ups made me queasy because I wasn’t the girl that went from guy to guy. My biggest fear was finding someone and being more invested in the relationship than they were. I shake my head. That’s not Nick.
I take the long way around to his house, not bothering to scale the fence this time because I needed the extra ten seconds to think. By the time I reach his front door, my mind is no clearer, but I knock anyway.
Nick answers right away. It’s like he was standing there, waiting for me. He smiles that sexy, heart melting smile and I’m gone.
“Hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. His dark, messy hair is just begging for my fingers to rake through it, and when he runs his hand over the dark shadow of stubble peppering his jawline, I lose the ability to speak. “I was wondering when you were going to show up,” he murmurs. His intense green eyes penetrate mine, making me shiver.
“Are the kids in bed already?” I ask. He nods. “I was just about to read Max his story and Milly is waiting for hers from you.”
I smile, forgetting for a moment how nervous I feel around him. “I think it's cute that Max still enjoys a story at night from his dad.”
Nick chuckles. “I don't expect it to last too much longer. He’s developing quite the attitude, my son,” he says grimly. “I hate to think what he’s going to be like in a year or two.”
I laugh and bite down on my lip. “I don't think you need to worry about Max. Save all your worrying for when Milly hits thirteen and discovers boys,” I say.
He groans and squeezes his eyes closed, then he turns to walk back into the house.
“I'm not sure I want to let you in after that comment,” he grumbles.
He steps aside for me anyway, letting me squeeze past.
“Think of it less of a comment and more of a prediction,” I say.
After the kids are safely asleep, I lie on Nick’s bed, enjoying a glass of wine while I wait for him to finish up a work-related phone call. While I wait, I decide to text Kayla, who still had no idea about Nick and me.
Me: Hey. What's up?
Kayla: Not much. You?
Me: Nothing out of the ordinary. Just sitting on Nick's bed, waiting for him to come back to me. I thought I’d see what you were up to.
Kayla: What the hell are you on about, women? You didn't break into his house, did you? I mean, I admire your commitment, but lying on his bed in your lingerie while he’s still at work is pretty creepy.
Me: Yes, it would be creepy if he wasn’t the one who asked me over.
Kayla: Are you kidding me? Details!!
I giggle at her enthusiasm. I knew she’d like this.
Me: We’ve kind of been seeing each other. It’s still new, but things are going well. For now, at least.
Kayla: That’s great, A. You don't think it will last?
Me: Well, there is the minor complication of my father.
Kayla: Okay, so that’s the minor… Is the major complication the size of his cock? Speaking of which…???
I snort and look up just as Nick is walking back into the room.
“Something funny?” he asks as I put my phone down.
“Nope. Well, not true. There are plenty of funny things. Like the fact that my dad thinks you're tutoring me,” I say with a wince. Nick laughs.
“Well, that’s not too far a stretch, is it? Would it help you feel better if we actually talked about architecture?” He grins at me. “I mean I still haven't shown you my special project. Want to see it? It lights up and everything,” he grins.
“Are you still harping on about your special project?” I groan, teasing him. I really did want to see it, but I was having too much fun pretending I didn’t. I roll my eyes. “Do you have a white van and a bag full of candy to go with your special project?” I tease.
He laughs. “Hey, in all seriousness, I do want to share this with you. It’s something that's pretty close to my heart. I mean, it's not the biggest or the most exciting project I’ve ever done, but it means a lot to me.”
“They’re the best kind of projects, aren’t they?” I say wistfully. The thought of designing something that I was still just as passionate about in fifty years’ time made my heart race. “I'm looking forward to doing things that make a difference. Even if it's just a difference to me, I really want to do something I love, and not just do it for the sake of doing it.”
He pulls me over into his lap, stroking my arm.
“I think that’s a great perspective to have. I love that you want to do something you enjoy. Do you want to know what I enjoy doing?” he murmurs.
“What?” I say.
“You,” he says with a grin. I chuckle, and move down the bed, positioning myself between his legs.
“Well, that’s a coincidence,” I say with a grin. “And since you brought it up, Dad said I should repay you for helping me with my work,” I say.
Nick smirks. “And this was what he had in mind?”
“No. His idea was washing, but I hate doing washing,” I say. I lick my lips as I cup my hands around his cock. “But this is way more fun
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Chapter Ten
Nick
After I drop the kids off at school, I head to the office, where Anna was waiting for me by the side door. I probably shouldn’t see her at work like this, but it’s becoming so much harder to find time to spend together without her father being suspicious.
Today is one of Shirley’s days off, so it all kind of fell into place. I pushed back an early meeting and rearranged a few phone appointments so we could take advantage of the one morning where our schedules didn’t clash and talk.
Okay, so maybe we have very little intention of actually talking, but still. Not all forms of communication are verbal.
“Hey,” I say, letting her in. I glance around to see who’s watching.
Meeting Anna at my office in the middle of the day probably isn’t the foolproof plan I thought it was, now that I think about it. All it takes is one person to see her here, and half the town would be making assumptions as to why she was there. They’d be right, but that was beside the point.
“Hey to you, too,” she smiles. “The more I think about it, meeting here probably wasn’t our smartest idea.”
“I was just thinking the same thing,” I say with a wince. “But since we’re here now…”
I point her to my office. I'd come in earlier to set everything up. She has no idea what I have planned, but that was the beauty of surprises. You don’t know when they’re coming. I walk into the tearoom and pull out the bottle of wine from the fridge, and realize I’d forgotten wine glasses. Oh, well. I grab two plastic cups from the water fountain instead.
When I walk back into my office, Anna is smiling at me. She glances down at the picnic I have set up on the floor.
“This is so sweet,” she says with a grin. “When did you do this?”
I shrug, my face heating up. “I may have come in earlier today,” I mumble.
“You got up early and did this for me?” She walks over and wraps her hands around my waist. “I'm impressed,” she says, her eyes sparkling. “I feel like a princess.”
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