Page 19 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

I want her beside me.

Hell, I want everyone else gone, and I want her on top of the table.

Need to give her a Christmas kiss on all her festive parts.

What you need to do is talk to her, you idiot. Apologize for putting her in this position and then swear you’ll never touch her again.

Maybe when we get into the movie watching, I can give her a tour of the house. Show her my studio and barricade us in there until she accepts my apology.

Except if I do that, I’ll definitely pull her into myarms. Wedge my leg between her thighs and make her ride me again, like she did in that alley.

I can’t tear my eyes from her as I pass the salad and bread past me. Wyatt puts a piece of lasagna on my plate, but I barely touch it.

“This is delicious,” Cara says.

Wyatt grins at her and tops up her glass of Prosecco. “Hunter takes good care of us.”

Her gaze flits my way for a second, then drifts away. Comes back, searching. Then gone again.

Don’t look away,I want to demand.Look at me. Ask the question that’s on the tip of your tongue. Ask it here, and now. In front of my family. Ask me why I dirty deleted my account. Make me admit I was scared.

And making me admit shit isn’t what she needs. That’s what I want.

It’s what I’ve wanted since I swiped across her profile, impressed and more than a little worried about her guileless honesty.

I never drop into anyone’s DMs. In two years of trying to date, I’ve had nothing but dud experiences, and I’d basically given up.But this girl needed to know that her bio needed a bit more…cynicism.

Instead, she talked me into being her first kiss.

Her first fucking kiss, Hunter. You really believed she was twenty-five?

Fuuuuuck.

If I’m being honest with myself, I was a goner when she called me Daddy in the text message chain.

What did she say to me in the kitchen? Now we’re experiencing the consequences of our choices?

Yeah.

Fuck indeed.

Cara takes another small sip of wine, her tongue swiping against her bottom lip after she drinks, and my cock goes so hard under the table I swear my face must drain of blood because it’s all needed elsewhere.

She is a stunningly beautiful woman, and under any under any other circumstances I would be falling over myself to kneel at her feet.Tell Daddy what you need, sweet girl.It would be a fucking honor to take care of her.Except for two inconvenient facts: she is my daughter’s friend and classmate; and I am, without a doubt, not worthy of her. She's out of my league. I mean, she'sreallyout of my league, because she's too young for me, but also smarter than me, and has her whole life ahead of her.

I’m just a middle-aged guy who draws sarcastic comics.

“That’s it. That’s our Christmas tradition!” Hannah claps her hands. “Dad feeds us far too much food.”

A middle-aged guy who draws sarcastic comics and gives his family stomachaches.

“And then Wyatt and I insist on decorating the house a bit more than the nothing that he has already done.”

Oh come on. I have to protest that. “What? I got a Christmas tree! And I put up Hannibal’s Christmas portrait!”

Hannah shakes her head. “Dad, for someone who cares so much about Christmas, you don't have any outdoor lights. You don't even have any mistletoe.”

An electric spark zaps upmy spine and I look at Cara, watching our exchange with wide eyes. There has never been any need for mistletoe in this house before tonight.

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