“Good,” she chirps. “It’s the season for great tips. I’m happy.”
“Do you massage a lot of men?”
So much for small talk. Now you’re back to being a possessive idiot.
Her eyebrow hikes up. “A lot, yes. Why?”
I grind my teeth together, hoping to get the image of half-naked men on her table out of my head. “Just wondering.”
She creeps over to me until she’s inches from my chest. “Are you jealous?”
“If I was, would you quit?”
“Nope.”
“I don’t like thinking about you touching them,” I admit with a growl. “Makes me twitchy.”
She smirks. “I’m a professional. Except with you.”
Heat ignites in my belly. Before I can stop myself, I dip my mouth to hers and kiss her deeply. She gasps, shocked at the boldness of my action, but kisses me eagerly back.
I pull away before I get carried away. The last thing we need is to get caught by her mother.
“I love you,” I blurt out, chest aching. “So fucking much.”
Her features soften and she hugs me. “I love you too.”
We’re both hurting. I can feel it. I know she does too. This thing between us is messy and fucked-up. We should quit it, but we can’t. It’s an addiction that we’ll never be able to conquer.
I rub my palms up and down her back before settling them on her ass. She squeezes me tighter. The oven timer dings and we jolt apart. And just in time too, because I hear the garage door opening.
“I’m going to go get changed,” Clara says, pecking me on the cheek.
She disappears and seconds later Dad walks into the house.
“Smells damn good, Son,” he says as he strides over to me. He smacks my back and grins at me. “Anything I can snack on now?”
“Yolanda will kill you.”
“Meh,” he grumbles. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.”
“What’s that?” Yolanda says as she breezes into the kitchen wearing a pretty green dress.
“Busted.” I burst out laughing as Dad hangs his head. “On that note, I’ll go change too.”
Once upstairs in my old room that’s been turned into a guest room, I tear off my casual clothes and change into slacks, dress shoes, and a corny Christmas sweater that came from Dad’s closet.
“Hey,” Clara says, peeking her head into the room. “Can I come in?”
My cock jolts in my slacks. “Of course.”
She closes the door behind her and leans her back against it. I rake my gaze down her form, mouth watering. In a tight, red dress that hugs all of her curves, I’m astonished at how beautiful she is. The dress is fairly demure, not showing any cleavage and hits below the knee, but it’s snug around her body. I’ve memorized every curve and they’re all on display for everyone to see.
I take her hand and tug her to me. With her high heels, she’s nearly eye to eye. Spearing my hands into her hair, I kiss her much rougher than earlier. She’s so damn beautiful and I ache to be inside of her.
“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur against her lips. “So fucking gorgeous.”
“You’re awfully cute too in this sweater.”
