Page 21 of Wedding Daddy

“It was, wasn’t it?” He grinned widely. “I’ll have to say, I’m glad my daughter married your brother. I can’t remember when I’ve ever seen her so happy.”

“I know. For a moment, I thought you were going to shed a tear during the ceremony.”

“I did,” he said. “It’s so beautiful seeing people in love, isn’t it?”

“So I’ve heard.” She looked at him. “I’m guessing you know what that feels like.”

He nodded. “Emma’s mother was the love of my life. She was the best thing to ever happen to me, and I wouldn’t be who I am today without her.”

“Do you think you’ll ever love someone like that again?”

He shrugged. “I don’t really think about it. Got enough to worry about.”

She wasn’t sure what answer she was expecting, but she felt a little disappointed. “So are you leaving with them tomorrow?” she asked, shaking off her discontent.

“No. I’ll see them off and then fly back home in the evening. What about you?”

“Still got my hotel room for the rest of the week,” she replied. “I plan to enjoy this as much as I can. I don’t know when I’ll get another chance like this.”

“That’s smart. Well, if you’re going to be here for a few days, you should consider visiting the Salerno Cathedral. I hear it’s really nice.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She wondered why he didn’t seem even the tiniest bit sad that he was leaving. Even though they’d both agreed that this was nothing serious from the onset, the thought of him leaving her made her unhappy.

“Have you decided on what you’re going to do when you get home?” he asked a few seconds later, still dancing with her. “Is it going to be school or one of the job offers you got?”

Jill realized he knew too much about her, more than she would have felt comfortable telling a stranger she had just met two days before. Thinking about it, she realized that when they were not fucking, they were talking. And she did most of the speaking. He was just so easy to talk to and always knew the right thing to say to make her feel good.

“Not really,” she replied. “I just don’t know what the best choice is.”

“Who cares what the best choice is? What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know that either.”

“Yes, you do.”

She raised a brow. “Really? Then tell me what I want to do since you know so much about me?”

“No backtalk, Jill,” he scolded her, and her frown deepened. Even as a flush crept up her neck and she felt her nipples harden. “And yes, you know what you want to do. You’re just scared to do it.”

“Me? Scared?” She snorted. “I bet you didn’t think I was scared when I seduced you last night.”

“Is that what we’re going with?” He smiled softly at her. It was a reassuring smile, and she moved a little closer to him, instinctively reaching for the comfort she knew he was capable of. “I know you’re scared,” he continued, “and it’s okay to be. As long as you make sure you don’t let it stop you from what you really want.”

“I know what I want,” she replied, speaking softly and gazing into his eyes. “I want you to wrap your hand around my throat like you did last night and fuck me until I?—”

“Don’t be immature.” He stopped her without missing a beat.

But Jill was not ready to let go. “You know we can?—”

“No.”

She pouted at him. “You didn’t even let me finish.”

“I don’t need to.”

“Don’t lie, you’re thinking about it too.”

“Not the point. We both agreed last night would be the last time we messed around.”

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