Page 112 of The Single Dad

Fucking hell. This woman.

My dick responds to her words just as instinctively as she responded to my touch a moment ago. Blood rushes south immediately, and my half hard cock stiffens and swells, pressing almost painfully against my pants.

“You want me to fuck you?” I groan quietly, still teasing her with my fingers. “Here at this restaurant where anyone could catch us?”

“They won’t.” Her luminous eyes are full of desire. “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

Goddamn, all I want to do is make her break that promise.

I feel a little feral, more like a caveman than I’ve ever been before, but some primal part of me wants every damn person in this place to know that Riley is with me. To know how good I make her feel and how beautifully she falls apart for me.

My eyes wander toward a nearby hallway, landing on a sign with an arrow pointing toward the restroom. Before I can change my mind, I withdraw my fingers from between her legs. Then I push back from my chair and extend a hand to her, watching her slowly rise to take my offered hand.

“Come with me.”

I grip her delicate hand with my larger one and lead her toward the hallway. She glances over her shoulder one last time as we duck into the single occupancy bathroom at the end of the hall.

The low ambient noises of the restaurant fade away as I pull the door shut, sliding the lock into place. Riley’s dark hair spills over one shoulder as she tilts her head up to meet my gaze, anticipation burning in her eyes.

“I can’t deny you anything when you look at me like that,” I breathe roughly.

Then I cuff my hand over her hip and back her into the wall.

A low gasp escapes her mouth as she grips the lapels of my suit, pulling me closer with the same desperation that’s feeding my movements. My mouth crashes down on hers, tasting the flavor of wine on her lips. Her tongue meets mine, and a low moan rumbles in my throat.

“Fuck, angel. You drive me crazy,” I rasp, finally wrenching my mouth away from hers so that I can devour more of her. My lips trail along her jaw and down her neck, my teeth scraping her collarbone.

Her nails rake through my hair as she tips her head back, giving me better access. “Good. Then I’m not alone.”

“I drive you crazy?”

Her breath is hot on my cheek. “Every fucking day. Please, Cole.”

“I love it when you beg.” I palm her breast through the fabric of her dress. “Almost as much as I love giving you what you want.”

Her back arches, and she lets out a sigh that becomes a whimper as my hand steers itself down her back and squeezes her supple ass.

“What is it about you?” I groan in her ear, tugging at the lobe lightly with my teeth. The sound of her quickened breath goes straight to my cock. “I can’t get enough of you. You’re like a damn drug.”

My hands are greedy, wanting to explore every surface of exposed skin, needing to caress beyond the barrier of her clothing.

“You really want me to fuck you in here, angel?” I demand, needing to hear her say it.

“Yes.” She whimpers, nodding. “Oh my god, yes.”

“Then pull your dress up.”

The commanding edge to my voice catches her attention. Her eyelids, which were drooping a little as I groped her, snap open as her gaze locks with mine. It takes effort, but I drag myself away from her enough to give her space to do what I said, and she slowly grabs the soft material of her dress’s skirt, dragging it upward and baring more of her legs.

I watch as her pale skin and the fabric of her panties is revealed, palming my cock and squeezing as it gives a demanding throb.

“See what your begging does to me?” I murmur, my voice strained. “You’ve got me so fucking hard.”

“You’ve got me so fucking wet,” she shoots back, holding the fabric of her dress out of the way as she slides a hand between her legs. She cups her pussy, sliding her fingers over the crotch of her panties, and I can see the way the color of the silky fabric is darker where her arousal has already soaked through.

“Jesus,” I breathe, my jaw tight. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I remember when you asked if I wanted the lights off before I went down on you, and now look at you. So filthy. So perfect.”

“You bring it out in me,” she admits, still toying with her pussy through the fabric of her panties. We’re not even touching at all right now, but I feel like she could make me come just by continuing to do that. From the very first time we had sex—hell, even before that on the Ferris wheel—I’ve fucking loved how responsive and unrestrained Riley is, even when she’s out of her comfort zone.

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