“I was going to go with incredible. Mind-blowing. Perfect.”
“The next round will be.”
“Again, with the promises.”
“Well, I’m here to please.” Luke chuckled.
“Did you not hear me screaming your name?” I asked as I traced circles on his chest, loving the feel of his hot muscles beneath the light smattering of hair.
“Screaming my name? I must’ve missed it. Maybe I should try harder next time.”
My stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly.
“But maybe I should feed you first.”
“I don't want to move,” I complained, snuggling closer. “You’re so warm and smell so nice.”
Sliding out from under me, Luke grabbed my robe and held it out. “Come on. Let’s get you some dinner and then I can have my dessert.”
I didn’t want to get up because our time together wouldn’t last. I’d always prided myself on being an independent woman who didn’t need a man in my life. But for some reason I felt myself clinging to Luke. Time together wasn’t easy to come by so even a minute spent eating was wasted.
Luke must’ve read the look on my face, something I was learning I was going to have to get better at hiding.
“Don’t pout. You’ve got me all night …”
“I do?” That surprised me. I thought for sure he was going to have to disappear long before I was ready to say goodbye.
Reaching for my hand Luke helped me off the bed before helping me into my robe. When he knotted the tie at my hip, I thought I’d feel like he was treating me like a child. I didn’t. Not at all. If anything, I felt cherished and special.
“If you want me, I’m yours all night.”
I couldn’t stop the smile as I stepped into Luke’s arms and they wrapped around me hugging me to him.
“I mean, I suppose you could stay.” Popping up on my toes, I kissed him quickly. “That is, if you don’t snore,” I added as I skipped out of the room but not before he slapped my ass.
18
LUKE
My nightwith Charlotte was just the beginning.
I couldn’t get enough of her.
Franklin kept giving me shit that I was smiling too hard, coming on too strong but I didn’t care. I was happy and having fun, and Isla idolized Charlotte.
Last night after her bath, Isla had insisted on video calling Charlotte and reading her a story. I’d stayed in the kitchen listening as Charlotte oohed and aahed in all the right places. When I asked Isla if I could say hi, Isla promptly told me that she was talking and marched, with my phone mind you, into her room and shut the door.
Charlotte and I had only found time for another couple of sleepovers, but we’d managed to steal moments when we could. I won't forget the blow job in her office last week. Seeing her in her llama scrubs on her knees, her lips wrapped around my cock was definitely a memory I was tucking away in the spank bank for lonely nights.
“Isla, sweetheart, can you come in here please?” I called out as I folded the last of the laundry.
“Yes, Dad?” she replied as she spun into the room, I’m not entirely sure what she was wearing, but the smile on her face was all that mattered. I wasn’t about to question the mismatched shoes, the tutu, the eyepatch, and cowboy hat combination.
“I have your clothes here for you to put away,” I explained.
“Do I have to?”
Ah! There she was. If she hadn’t complained, I would’ve been second-guessing if she was really my daughter.
