“That’s right. This is just for you.” His mouth trails down my jaw, to my neck, and his hand works up and under my t-shirt. “Nobody else needs to know how hot my good girl gets.”
So, so hot and bothered in the best way.
Suddenly, we’re grinding against each other. His cock is a big, hard brand between my legs, even through multiple layers of clothing, and I’m about to beg him to get inside me when a noise from downstairs makes us both freeze.
“Dad?” a woman’s voice calls out. “Are you here?”
CHAPTER 19
JEFF
I leap off Molly faster than I’ve moved in the years since I retired from playing pro ball.
She pushes up onto her elbows, staring at me wide-eyed.
My daughter has the worst timing in the world.
“Stay here,” I whisper, returning to my wife for a minute, cupping her face. “Let me handle this.”
“Jeff, I can’t?—”
“Trust me.” I kiss her quickly. “I’m not hiding you. Just give me a second.”
I head for the stairs, my mind racing. Sinclaire’s standing in my foyer, Silas on her hip.
“Hey, kiddo,” I say, descending the stairs. “Didn’t expect you.”
“We wanted to surprise you for an early Father’s Day present. Trick thought—Well, wethought we could come to the game tomorrow too.”
Silas reaches for me. “Grandpa!”
I take him, bouncing him automatically, but my attention stays on my daughter, barely hearing what she’s saying, my thoughts spinning. “It’s Father’s Day?”
She rolls her eyes. “No, that wouldn’t be a surprise, then, would it?”
“Right.”
“Are you okay? You seem… flustered.”
I’m fifty years old and my daughter just about caught me fucking my young, secret wife she has no idea about in the middle of the afternoon.
I could make an excuse. Send Sinclaire away. Keep Molly hidden upstairs like some dirty secret.
But I won’t do that to her. Molly deserves better than being hidden, no matter how complicated the truth is.
“Actually,” I say, “there’s someone I’d like you to meet.”
Molly’s clearly listening, because there are footsteps from my bedroom.
Sinclaire’s eyebrows rise. “Oh.Oh. You aren’t alone.”
“No.”
She gets a comical expression on her face. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know… You’re never… I’ve always…”
She’s not wrong. I’ve always hadan open-door policy for my daughter, because there’s never been anything I wanted to hide from her.
There still isn’t, although, going forward, I’m going to have to start closing my bedroom door.
