Page 56 of My Ex’s Dad

I don’t last. I can’t. All I can be thankful for is that she gives up and comes first. Just before I lose the last thread of control and shoot deep into her, she bucks back at me and gasps.

“Anton! Fuck. Fuck!” She squeezes me. The slippery walls of her pussy clench my cock. Those first flutters of her inner muscles push me to come with her. She’s a trembling, shivering mess, but I don’t let her fall. As she curls forward, I pull her back up against my chest as I plunge in as deep as I can go, needing every second of this bliss that I can have right now.

“You can’t seriously expect me to be ready for any fancy party that fast.”

I smile, slipping out of her and picking her up. She squeals slightly but holds on.

“I do, actually.” I show her how as I carry her into the shower and clean us up together. Then afterward, as she stresses that she doesn’t have any makeup, I dry her off and admire how flushed she is.

“You look perfect.” I cup her face and kiss her deeply.

She rolls her eyes, but it’s a playful reaction. I do wish I could convince her that I mean it. She doesn’t need makeup to look gorgeous.

I lead her back out toward the dress, smiling when she traces her finger down the smooth fabric.

“I don’t have a bra or panties.”

“You won’t need them,” I tell her as I step back to start getting dressed.

She frowns at me, perhaps skeptical about going anywhere like that, but to my pleasure and extreme delight, she doesn’t argue.

“Or shoes,” she says once she’s slipped the gown over her and is smoothing it into place over her curves. It fits her like a second skin, and I swallow back a growl of desire at how her breasts are pushed up without her looking too revealing.

“Over there.” I point at where Viktor put several pairs out for her to choose from.

She shakes her head, muttering under her breath about how it must be nice to want for nothing.

I button my shirt up, mulling over her words.

To want for nothing.

She gets it.

She can appreciate things in life, never expecting them, and that’s the true beauty that ensnares me.

Roman wants everything.

Yet, he lost her.

Tonight, he’ll see precisely how he lost her to me.

But more than anything, I hope that by the end of the night, I can convince Liliana to see her true worth too. Her worth as a sexy and strong woman who has every right to be at my side.

Because this bond between us?

It’s not ever going to fade.

Not when watching her in my home, in my life, makes my heart beat faster with that elusive thing called love.

23

LILIANA

I’ve never been the kind of girl to imagine myself in some potential Cinderella scenario, but as I gather the skirts of this silver dress and climb into the backseat an hour and a half after Anton showed up at the bakery, I can’t help feeling like I’ve fallen into an alternate universe.

He’s whisked me away from work, literally, and somehow arranged for me to come as his date to New York City’s biggest night of fundraising. It’s not a party. It’s not a grand dinner. This is the night that everyone in the upper one percent of elitist society talks about. Celebrities will be here. Reporters will mill around hoping for an exclusive. And billions of dollars will be spent.

In just this one night.