Page 22 of Wedding Daddy

“Well, I thought one night would be enough to get you out of my system, but I think it made it worse.” She moved close to him as they continued to slow dance to the music. “Now, I’m thinking, who says we have to stop.”

“You know why.”

“It makes no sense,” she said, keeping her voice down even as she sounded indignant. “We’re both adults. Why should we care what anyone thinks about us fucking?—”

“Jill,” he warned her.

“What if your daughter wasn’t marrying my brother?” she asked, hearing how desperate she sounded but way past caring. “I bet you wouldn’t have a problem with it then. Hell, we’ll probably be in your room right now, fucking.”

“Stop this!” he hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear her.

She didn’t care. No one existed in the world but the two of them. He was all she could think about, and she let her imagination run wild. “You’ll call me your princess and make me feel really good,” she continued, smiling up at him as they danced to a slow-tempo song. The type of song babies were made to. “You’ll eat my pussy. I know how much you love that. The sounds you make when you’ve got your head between my legs…” She shivered.

“You’ve lost your mind.”

“And whose fault is that? Who held me down and fucked me until I shed tears last night? Who held me in his arms and cradled me to sleep, then woke me this morning and slid back inside me like he never left.”

“Jill…”

“These are not fantasies, Bradley. You did this to me, so how can you blame me if the fantasies no longer feel enough? How can I help wanting you the way I want you?”

“What do you want from me?”

“You know what I want? To suck your cock until you explode in my mouth and your cum paints my lips. You know, just like you did to me last night.”

He stopped dancing, and she wondered if she’d gone too far. Then she realized the music had stopped playing and everyone was leaving the dance floor.

“Jill,” he called her name one time, and her pussy clenched in arousal.

“It’s okay,” she said with a small smile. “We agreed that last night would be the last time. I mean, you’re my father-in-law now.”

“It’s not just that,” he said, an edge of frustration in his voice. “You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. This was supposed to be something fun and quick. It wasn’t supposed to go on for this long. I’m too old for you, Jill.”

“Didn’t matter last night,” she reminded him. “Besides, I don’t care that you’re older than I am. I love it.”

“Easy for you to say, but it’s not that simple.”

“I know,” she said quietly. Clearing her throat, she took a step back. “I think I’m done here for tonight. I’m going back to my hotel room.”

“You don’t have to leave on my account.”

“That’s not why I’m leaving… Fine, maybe it has something to do with that. But I really am going to be alright.” She smiled brightly. “Thank you for the best two days of my life. I’ll cherish these memories forever.”

“Are you sure you’ll be okay?” he asked, his brows furrowed with concern.

Jill grinned at him. “I was fine before you came into my life, Bradley. I’ll be fine after you leave.” Even if her life was never going to be the same.

Stepping forward, she hugged him before turning around and heading toward Terry and Emma to say her goodbyes to them.

“You’re leaving already?” Emma said, sad to see her go.

Jill claimed she had a headache and congratulated the newlywed couple once more before leaving. Her brother walked with her to the door.

“It was a lovely ceremony,” she said to him.

“Yes, it was,” he replied, grinning widely. “Can you believe I’m married?”

She grinned back at him. “Honestly, no. It all feels so surreal. I always figured you to be the type to play the field before settling down at thirty-five or something. Then I saw you with Emma and knew your bachelor days were numbered.”

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