Page 64 of The Single Dad

“Good.” He nods, clearing his throat. It’s a curt gesture, very unlike the constant, gentle touches he seems hardly aware of.

We’re both silent for a moment, still catching our breath, and I bask in the proximity of his muscled body.

Then he says, “I’m not looking to… to open up to someone. I just wanted to make that clear.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not in a position to get close to anyone right now. I’m not looking for a relationship.”

“Oh. Well, neither am I,” I assure him. I don’t know what I’m looking for, truth be told, but I do know that whatever it is, I need this to continue. I won’t be able to be under the same roof as Cole without it.

“I think this could work.” He leans back against the pillows, a contemplative look on his face. “At the very least, we can give it a try. We’ll keep emotions out of it, and if things get too complicated, either of us can stop it. We just need to say the word.”

“This sounds like a contract,” I say teasingly. “Are you in work mode?”

A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “You’re not on that again, are you?” He shakes his head. “If it feels like we’re making some kind of deal, the least we can do is shake on it, huh?”

I give him an incredulous look, as if I can hardly believe what I’m hearing. “Was that a joke? Did you just make a joke?”

Instead of replying, he holds out a hand. I shake it, surprised by the strength of his grip.

“It’s settled, then,” I say, putting on a mock-serious voice. “It’s been a pleasure doing business with you.”

“A pleasure?” He releases my hand, his eyes glinting with amusement even as heat sparks in their depths. “That was just the beginning, angel. I’ll show you real pleasure.”

With a low noise, he rolls me onto my back, settling between my legs once again.

Chapter 20

Cole

Riley’s thighs fall open for me as my tongue delves into her mouth. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, her body so soft and warm beneath mine that it nearly drives me mad.

I’ve been craving her for so long—since the first moment I saw her, if I’m being honest with myself—and now that I have her, I feel like a fiend, ravenous for more. I wasn’t lying a moment ago when I said that it’s impossible to resist her.

Now that I know what she tastes like, I don’t know how I managed to resist for so long.

My rapidly hardening cock slides against Riley’s slippery pussy as I kiss her, and I roll my hips against hers. Now that we’ve already fucked once and taken the edge off, it’s a little less frantic than it was when I first came to her room, but there’s still an urgency to my movements. I feel like a starving man who’s suddenly found himself at a feast, and I can’t seem to stop myself from taking what I want.

What I need.

The underside of my shaft grazes Riley’s clit, and she sucks in a breath, her fingers digging into my shoulders. She breaks our kiss for a moment, looking down between us as her eyes widen.

“You’re hard again,” she whispers.

“So you’ve noticed.” I tease her—or maybe myself—by sliding through her folds again, slicking my cock with her wetness. She whimpers, her hips arching upward.

“I thought…” Her eyelashes flutter as I tease her clit again, my gaze locked on her face. “Isn’t there usually a longer recovery time? What’s it called, a refractory period? I thought it took a while for men to get… hard again.” She sucks in a breath, squirming beneath me as I grind against her. Then a smirk tilts her lips as she adds, “Especially older men.”

Fuck. I know she’s joking about my age, since I have a good five years on her. But she looks so damn irresistible as she’s doing it, her honey-colored eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Some things only get better with age,” I growl back, dropping my head to bite her nipple in retaliation. She yelps, a gush of wetness soaking my cock in response, letting me know she liked that.

“Cole,” she whimpers. “Oh, fuck…”

Goddamn. If I wasn’t fully hard again already, the sound of my name on her lips like that, breathless and needy, would have my dick standing at attention in seconds.

“To be fair,” I tell her, switching breasts and biting her other nipple, just to hear her make that sound again, “my cock has never seemed to care about the rules when it comes to you. It usually does take me a bit longer to recover for a second round, but apparently, my dick craves you just as much as I do.”

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