Page 21 of Bedding the Baby Daddy

Chapter Six

Dante popped the tops off the Indian food that he’d just had delivered, tossed some forks on the counter of the breakfast bar and ripped off some paper towels for napkins. There. That was just fine. If she wasn’t happy with that then she could just…

Oh who was he kidding? If she wasn’t happy with that, he’d get out his grandmother’s china.

Dante scraped a hand over his face and looked down at his work clothes. He usually would have changed out of them by now, but he’d gotten her text right when he’d gotten home and then spent the next half hour frantically getting ready for her. Thank god his Aunt Arlene had been free tonight, otherwise, he might have had to lock Michelle in her room for the next few hours.

Just kidding.

He glanced at the clock. It was almost 45 minutes since she’d texted. Had she changed her mind? He looked at his response to her, texted seconds after she’d texted him.

A single word.

Good.

And then about fifty party hat emojis followed by fifty firework emojis followed by fifty flame emojis.

Maybe not the coolest thing he’d ever done, but he would bet his bank account that it had made her laugh and simultaneously roll her eyes. So it was worth it.

Every muscle in Dante’s body froze up tight when he heard a soft knock at his front door.

He strode through the hall, swung open the door and there she was on his front porch. Standing, her hands in the pockets of her slacks, her blonde hair tumbling down her back, and a look on her face he’d seen many, many times before. This was the look she had in a business meeting when she knew she was seconds away from getting what she wanted. If it tented his pants in boardrooms with ten clients sitting next to him, it did it tenfold standing in his front entryway with no one around but the two of them.

“Hi,” she said, her voice low and husky.

He immediately stepped back and let her through. He took a few steps toward his kitchen. “I’m glad you came. I took the liberty of ordering some Indian food. If you—”

“Dante.”

He turned, looked back over his shoulder and froze. She was toeing out of her shoes and starting to unbutton that clingy silky blouse. The look in her eyes had him forgetting his own name.

“We’re not eating. We’re not talking.” She slid the shirt from her shoulders and tossed it on the floor. She wore a sheer black bra that was both there and not there. He could see her nipples beading and pressing against the fabric. Next came the button on her slacks. And then she was stepping out of them. Standing there in two scraps of woman magic lingerie that made him want to fall to his knees.

“Were you wearing that at the office today?” His voice was low and gravelly and sounded too intense even to his own ears.

“What?”

“The underwear. That bra. Were you wearing that when you were sitting across from me in your office today.”

She nodded.

Dante ripped his work shirt off over his head. Fuck the buttons. He was going for the undershirt as well when she strode toward him.

“Leave it. Undershirts are fucking hot.” And then she batted away his hands, undid the button on his pants and then rose up.

They stared at one another for a blinking, breathing second before she lunged forward, planted her mouth at the pulse point on his neck and dragged him to the floor.

Dante thanked god for carpet as they rolled over one another. He lowered his head and suckled her hard through her bra. Aurora cried out and clamped her legs around his waist.

He tried to pin her arms over her head but they grappled for control. He reached down and clamped her lip between his teeth, still the closest they’d come to kissing, and Aurora moaned, hard. His body went pliant against her and she took advantage of the opportunity.

Using all of her weight and the element of surprise, Aurora rolled them over so that she was on top. There was fire in her eyes as she raised up just enough to fully open his pants, jam them just far enough down his legs to free his cock.

“Jesus. I thought for sure I was embellishing in my memory,” she said as she stared at his cock.

He grinned. “Nope.”

She looked up at him. Didn’t return the smile. “Condom. Now.”

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