Page 83 of The Single Dad

I nod, dragging my lower lip between my teeth. “I can take you. I want it.”

“Fucking hell.”

Cole sits up, pulling me up too as he crushes his lips to mine in a hard kiss. While I’m lost in the feel of it, he swaps our positions, flipping me onto my back with ease. He reaches into my nightstand for the stash of condoms I now keep there, his lips never leaving mine as he tears it open and rolls it on.

“Need to be inside you,” he mutters, the words barely intelligible as our kiss grows deeper and more intense. “Been thinking about it all damn night.”

“Please…”

I spread my legs, hooking my ankles around the backs of his thighs as his sheathed cock finds my entrance. I’m still wet from everything that’s happened so far tonight, but I’m tighter than usual after coming so many times, and both of us groan as he starts to push inside.

“You good?” he asks after a few shallow strokes, pressing his forehead against mine. “That’s only half.”

I’m tempted to look down and confirm his words, because it seems impossible. I feel so fucking full already. But I want more. I want all of him.

“I’m good.” I grip his shoulders, arching beneath him. “Give me everything, Cole. Oh fuck.”

“Riley, I can’t—” He breaks off, gritting his teeth. “I can’t promise I’ll be gentle if I go any farther. You feel so fucking good, and I’m holding on by a thread here.”

“I don’t care.” I shake my head wildly. “Fuck me. Hard. Please.”

I can feel his muscles quake under my touch, and then he punches his hips forward, sliding in almost all the way in one hard thrust. Another thrust has him bottoming out, and my nails dig into his skin as a whispered scream pours from my lips.

“Goddammit,” he grunts, drawing out and plunging back in. “I want to fuck you when you can be as loud as you want. I want to hear you scream for me.”

I nod, because I want that too. I’m always aware of Archie sleeping on the same floor as us, always careful not to wake him. But it’s hard to keep my noises contained sometimes.

Cole crushes his lips to mine again, muffling my whimpers and moans as he pistons his hips. My fingers slide up into his hair as I hold on for dear life, and when his thrusts start to get even rougher, I know he’s close.

“Come,” I whisper against his lips, desperate to feel it even though there’s no way I can hit that peak with him. My body is too worn out to climax again right now, but I don’t care about that. I just want to feel the growing tension inside Cole break. “Come inside me. Please.”

He growls against my lips, then rips his mouth away from mine and buries his face in the crook of my neck, muffling his own loud groan as he slams into me one more time. He presses his cock as deep as it will go as it spasms and jerks, emptying into the condom, and I wrap my legs around his waist as it seems to go on forever.

“Fuck…” The word is hoarse, his breath warming the skin of my neck. He stays like that for a long moment, then finally lifts his head. His dark blue eyes have a hazy, post-sex gleam in them, and he shakes his head as he huffs a little laugh. “You really have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

I can’t help the little flutter that passes through my stomach, and I drag one finger down the angular line of his jaw. “Maybe not. So you’d better keep giving me hints.”

I squeeze around him as I speak, and he grunts, dropping his head again and mouthing at my neck as he gropes me roughly.

“I’d fuck you again right now if I could,” he mutters, nipping at my throat. “And maybe spank you too, for being such a tempting little tease. But I think you wrecked me.”

He pulls out, securing the condom before sliding it off. He disposes of it quickly, and I stay where I am as I watch him. I hope he won’t leave yet, but I know I don’t have any right to ask him to stay, so I try to keep my expression neutral—which is helped a bit by the fact that I feel completely boneless right now.

Instead of gathering up his clothes to leave, though, Cole settles back onto the bed. He palms the back of my head and kisses me, then lies down, tucking me against his body. His fingers trace idle paths up my arm and along the curve of my waist, like he can’t quite bring himself to stop touching me yet.

We stay like that for a few moments, quiet and peaceful. It’s nice, especially after pushing my body to its limits like I did tonight. The aftermath feels almost as good as the sex.

“By the way,” he says idly after a bit, “I’ve been meaning to mention, I have a gala to attend on Sunday. I was hoping you’d be able to come.”

I perk up at that. On a Sunday? I’m supposed to have the day off. It almost sounds like he’s inviting me on a date.

He clears his throat. “I need someone to watch Archie. Plenty of people I know are going to be there, and I’m not certain I’ll be able to keep an eye on him.”

Oh, right. I got all excited at the suggestion of a date, and now I feel almost embarrassed. It’s a good thing I kept my mouth shut, because I definitely misread that. But of course, it’s just to watch Archie; going out on a real date would be against almost every rule we made.

“Well, as long as you plan to pay me,” I tease.

“You’ll be given overtime for it, of course,” he says, as if he didn’t get the joke.

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