“You’re close, aren’t you?” I know I am.
She nods. Fast. Desperate.
“Say it.” I like to hear her too. And I love it even more when she obeys.
“I’m close. So close.”
My jaw is about to snap. “Let go. Do it for me. Stop pretending to be good and let go the way you needto. Let me see you come, baby.”
Her orgasm crashes through her like a wave.
Full-body and violent. Pure surrender.
She jerks beneath it—back arched, mouth open, her hand releasing the sheets just in time to muffle the scream.
Her thighs tense, and a heartbeat later, her legs fall loose and boneless.
At the sight of her wrecked like that, the doorframe cracks under my grip. That’s how wound up I am.
I’ve never been so hard in my life.
Then—
“Daaaaad. We’re going to be late!”
I recoil so fast I damn near finish tearing the doorframe out of the wall.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
“I’m coming!” I croak, already scrambling to adjust myself in my pants.
“I just did,” she murmurs with a wicked little twist of her lips. The kind that fulfills every prophecy of the name I gave her.
Mia lies there. Beautiful and smug. Fucking radiant.
Chest rising. Hair a mess. Lips curled into a smile that might kill me.
I stare. Speechless.
Afraid I may never recover from this.
Certain, either way, I’m utterly fucked.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
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I march to the car,and Lily follows.
The whole ride to her school is uncomfortable—physically and morally.
My body’s tense, my thoughts are colliding, and I’m pretty sure my soul has clocked out. I watch my knuckles go white on the steering wheel. Either I hold on, or I lose my goddamn mind.
My kid is fully absorbed in her Spanish lessons, and I briefly contemplate investing in the app. Not sure if it’s gratitude to the developer or just good sense.
After kissing Lily goodbye and sending her off with her sparkly backpack and not a care in the world, I park down the block, open my phone, and start typing.
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