know what it’s like to kiss you, even if it’s only this once.”
Only this once.
Once was brilliant. Once was just right, just to get her out of my system, to kill the mystery.
I crossed the small distance between us, took her face between my hands and slanted my mouth over hers.
Fuck, she was sweet. Her mouth opened for me, and I plunged inside, stroking her tongue with mine, exploring every single inch I could with quick sweeps and longer thrusts. She tasted like berries from the workout water she loved.
Once will never be enough.
She kissed me back and nearly brought me to my knees. Every moan pushed me higher, and when her fists tangled in my shirt, pulling me closer, I snapped.
My hands skimmed the soft skin of her sides. I was wrong before—her skin wasn’t just soft and touchable, it was silk, hot and vibrant under my fingers.
She whimpered when I grabbed her ass, fulfilling my fantasy, and arched up against me. That sound broke me like nothing else could. Fuck, she was everything I’d dreamed, and then some. I lifted her by her ass and she wrapped those perfect legs around my waist.
Her back hit the washer as I leaned against her, one hand coming back up to cradle her face. While my hands were tender, my dick wasn’t—grinding against the seam of her pants until she gasped my name.
I swallowed the sound and went back to her mouth, kissing her harder and deeper every time she rolled her hips back against me. She fit perfectly with me, moved just right, tasted like heaven, and drove me utterly mad.
I had to stop this before it got out of hand.
Or out of your pants.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she bit my lip gently when I pulled back. Then she yanked my head to hers and kissed me for everything she was worth. Her tiny flame of a tongue slid into my mouth, leaving me groaning, desperate to get inside this woman and fuck her until I couldn’t remember why I’d ever thought it was a bad idea.
Everything about this was right and hotter than hell.
My dick screamed at me, cursing the miniscule barriers between us, and I had to agree that it had a point. My fingers slid along her ass toward the seam between her thighs, the warmth of her pussy radiating through the thin material.
She moaned my name, rocked against my hand, and I thought of every unsexy thing I could to keep from coming in my pants.
“Bailey? Daddy?” Lettie’s voice was faint but clear, and as effective as a giant bucket of ice water.
“I’ll be right there, honey” I answered, leaning my head against Bailey’s forehead as we both struggled to calm our breathing.
Her legs slid from my waist, and I lowered her gently to the ground.
“I’ll go,” she said softly. “You’re still…”
“Hard,” I offered, well aware that my dick could probably hang laundry at this point.
“Yeah,” she said, running her tongue along her bottom lip.
I groaned, wanting to suck on that lip...and that tongue.
“At least we know, right?” She asked, and then slipped out from under my arms to tend to Lettie.
I leaned forward on my elbows, bracing my forehead on the edge of the front-loader, and told my body to calm the fuck down.
I’d never been so glad to be cock-blocked, let alone by the very reminder of why I needed to keep my dick in my pants and my hands off my daughter’s nanny. What the fuck was I thinking? If Bailey belonged to anyone in this house, it was Lettie. I’d never taken anything from my daughter and I wasn’t about to start now.
At least we know, right?
Yeah, I knew that she was the hottest, most perfect kiss I’d ever had, and now I was totally and completely fucked.
That could not happen again.
Ever.
Chapter 6
Bailey
C RACK ! A player’s helmet bounced off the wall as Gage slammed against him, his skates steady while the other’s slipped. Lettie jolted in my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her, comforting both of us. I knew he was in the best shape of his life, but I was terrified he’d
Only this once.
Once was brilliant. Once was just right, just to get her out of my system, to kill the mystery.
I crossed the small distance between us, took her face between my hands and slanted my mouth over hers.
Fuck, she was sweet. Her mouth opened for me, and I plunged inside, stroking her tongue with mine, exploring every single inch I could with quick sweeps and longer thrusts. She tasted like berries from the workout water she loved.
Once will never be enough.
She kissed me back and nearly brought me to my knees. Every moan pushed me higher, and when her fists tangled in my shirt, pulling me closer, I snapped.
My hands skimmed the soft skin of her sides. I was wrong before—her skin wasn’t just soft and touchable, it was silk, hot and vibrant under my fingers.
She whimpered when I grabbed her ass, fulfilling my fantasy, and arched up against me. That sound broke me like nothing else could. Fuck, she was everything I’d dreamed, and then some. I lifted her by her ass and she wrapped those perfect legs around my waist.
Her back hit the washer as I leaned against her, one hand coming back up to cradle her face. While my hands were tender, my dick wasn’t—grinding against the seam of her pants until she gasped my name.
I swallowed the sound and went back to her mouth, kissing her harder and deeper every time she rolled her hips back against me. She fit perfectly with me, moved just right, tasted like heaven, and drove me utterly mad.
I had to stop this before it got out of hand.
Or out of your pants.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, and she bit my lip gently when I pulled back. Then she yanked my head to hers and kissed me for everything she was worth. Her tiny flame of a tongue slid into my mouth, leaving me groaning, desperate to get inside this woman and fuck her until I couldn’t remember why I’d ever thought it was a bad idea.
Everything about this was right and hotter than hell.
My dick screamed at me, cursing the miniscule barriers between us, and I had to agree that it had a point. My fingers slid along her ass toward the seam between her thighs, the warmth of her pussy radiating through the thin material.
She moaned my name, rocked against my hand, and I thought of every unsexy thing I could to keep from coming in my pants.
“Bailey? Daddy?” Lettie’s voice was faint but clear, and as effective as a giant bucket of ice water.
“I’ll be right there, honey” I answered, leaning my head against Bailey’s forehead as we both struggled to calm our breathing.
Her legs slid from my waist, and I lowered her gently to the ground.
“I’ll go,” she said softly. “You’re still…”
“Hard,” I offered, well aware that my dick could probably hang laundry at this point.
“Yeah,” she said, running her tongue along her bottom lip.
I groaned, wanting to suck on that lip...and that tongue.
“At least we know, right?” She asked, and then slipped out from under my arms to tend to Lettie.
I leaned forward on my elbows, bracing my forehead on the edge of the front-loader, and told my body to calm the fuck down.
I’d never been so glad to be cock-blocked, let alone by the very reminder of why I needed to keep my dick in my pants and my hands off my daughter’s nanny. What the fuck was I thinking? If Bailey belonged to anyone in this house, it was Lettie. I’d never taken anything from my daughter and I wasn’t about to start now.
At least we know, right?
Yeah, I knew that she was the hottest, most perfect kiss I’d ever had, and now I was totally and completely fucked.
That could not happen again.
Ever.
Chapter 6
Bailey
C RACK ! A player’s helmet bounced off the wall as Gage slammed against him, his skates steady while the other’s slipped. Lettie jolted in my lap, and I wrapped my arms around her, comforting both of us. I knew he was in the best shape of his life, but I was terrified he’d
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