“Oh come on,” I scolded. “You know how men can get. Good sex can erase common sense.”
“Wow, and that’s really what you think of your father?”
I shrugged. “Better men than him have been led around by their dicks before. And look, I’m not saying I’m against the idea of him having a good time.” I mean, I kind of was… but that was mostly to do with the fact that thinking of my father having an active sex life was objectively gross.
“I just don’t want him to get so caught up in this new relationship that he lets everything else go. Because that seems like a recipe for him ending up with nothing in the end. Things will fall apart with Candace, and then he’ll find himself retired and alone. His life will be even emptier than before he met her.”
“Or they could stay together. It’s a possibility, you know.”
I snorted. “No, it’s not.” Love never lasted. Expecting it to meant that you were setting yourself up for hurt. I’d seen it more times than I could count—love stories that started out perfect and shiny and then shattered like glass the second they were put under pressure.
“So cynical,” she tsked.
“What, and you’re not?” I said as I eased the car into my driveway. I parked and turned to look at her. “You literally told me that fifty percent of your joyful couples end up divorced. You’re just as much of a cynic about love as I am.”
“I’m a cynic aboutmarriage.Not love as a whole,” she insisted. “Because I think a lot of those couples that rush to the altar aren’t actually in love but theideaof marriage. It takes effort to keep a relationship healthy. You can’t just coast on chemistry forever.”
“But coasting on chemistry is so much fun,” I pointed out with a grin. “Don’t you think?”
She rolled her eyes. I unfastened my seatbelt, leaning in to plant a soft string of kisses along her neck. “I think our chemistry isveryfun,” I added.
She sighed, tilting her head to give me more room to work with, and I moved in closer, nibbling on the hinge of her jaw before nipping her earlobe. “Though I think we’d probably have more fun inside,” I suggested. “There’s alotI want to do to you, and most of it takes more maneuverability than I can manage in this car.”
“Oh yeah?” she purred. “Tell me more.”
“I’d rather show you,” I said, pulling back to get out of the car. She was quick to follow, and we practically raced inside. The moment the door closed we were pressed together in a feverish kiss.
“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” Emilia murmured.
I deepened the kiss, clutching her tighter to me. “You too?”
Instead of answering me she fumbled with my belt. She shoved her hand down my pants the moment it unclasped.
I let out a strangled sigh as she wrapped her hand around my cock and began working it.
“This won’t do at all,” she whispered.
Emilia tugged at the zipper then pulled my pants and boxers down.
“Here? In the foyer?” I asked. “You know, there’s a bed here, right?”
“I can’t wait,” she said as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me.
She planted a tiny kiss on the tip of my dick and even that was enough to make me melt. A second later she drew me deep into her mouth.
“Fuck,” I said in a strangled voice.
She took me in even deeper, then pulled away. “Look at me.”
I opened my eyes and glanced down at her. Seeing Emilia on her knees, inches away from my cock and staring up at me with hungry eyes was almost too much for me to bear.
“Now keep watching,” she commanded.
She didn’t even blink as she took my full length in her mouth, and the combination of her intense stare and the way her lips looked wrapped around my dick left me weak. Watching her make my cock disappear was the sexist magic trick I’d ever seen.
“I can’t …” I choked out in a strangled whisper.
But Icouldhold on. I had to, because I didn’t want the sensations to end, but I also couldn’t wait for what was going to happen next.
