Page 21 of Finding Out

“While we were at the MET, you mentioned running the auction on Sunday night.”

My breath caught. I might have said it, but not to him. Had he really paid that much attention to my small talk? I swallowed past the lump that had formed in my throat. I didn’t know what was going on between us, but I did know it couldn’t last.

I picked at a piece of fuzz on the sheet, attention downcast. “Fixing issues is my job.”

A growl rumbled up his throat. “I take care of what’s mine.”

My heart stumbled over itself. “Yours?” No, I couldn’t be. Not really. We’d have to keep this a secret.

He gently gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. His jaw was set in a firm line. “You. Are. Mine.”

The declaration flipped my stomach. After last night, it was hard to argue with the statement. I really did feel like his. Like there was no possible way to walk away from him.

I assessed him, working to decipher the emotion swimming in his fierce blue eyes. “What would Avery say?” I whispered. My best friend had been clear about her feelings. She did not want me hooking up with her father. Guilt swamped me, making it hard to breathe. Maybe I should have walked away last night. Maybe I should have told him I wanted him to stop. Yet I was almost certain I couldn’t have found those words anywhere in my soul. I craved Tom Wilson.

His nostrils flared, and uncertainty flashed in his eyes. He knew his daughter wouldn’t be happy if she discovered that we’d slept together.

My father would be even less so. Tom and Dad weren’t as close as Avery and I were, but they’d known each other for decades. There wasn’t a world where I could really be his.

Forcing a deep breath into my lungs, I donned the sassy mask I’d gotten so good at wearing over the years. “Guess you only get me in New York. In Boston, I belong to someone else.” I batted my lashes.

He growled, and before I could tease him further, he yanked me onto his lap and smacked my bare ass. Sharp tingles danced along my skin, and when he rubbed at the spot, my core throbbed.

“Do not sass me when you’re naked in my bed.”

Once again, my heart skipped, and warm desire erupted inside me.

“Yes, Daddy Wilson.”

That earned me another smack. This time I couldn’t stop the whimper that left my lips.

“You have no idea what those words do to me,” he rasped, burying his face in my hair.

“Then show me.”

He clutched me tight and rocked my hips against his, my sensitive skin grazing the coarse fabric of his jeans.

“Are you ready to thank me now, baby girl?”

Wetting my lips, I shifted and tugged on the hem of his sweater. As it drifted to the floor, I pressed my mouth into the warm, smooth skin of his chest. The man had a body that defied his age, with bulging biceps and solid shoulders. Every swell of muscle turned me on. With a groan, I kissed my way down his eight-pack of abs, then helped him remove his jeans.

As I tugged at the waistband, he lifted his hips, and his cock sprang free.

“No underwear, Mr. Uptight?” I teased.

He grabbed my hair, forcing me to look at him. “It seemed like a waste of time when I planned to spend the next four hours inside some part of your body.” He raised a brow. “Are you up for the challenge?”

I licked my lips. I loved nothing more than a challenge. “Always.”Smirking, I turned my attention back to his dick. With my thumb, I traced the vein that ran up the length of it, relishing his thickness and the smoothness of his skin.

His legs tightened under me. “I’ve dreamed of your lips around me so long.” He groaned. “Make it happen, baby girl. I need to watch you swallow my cock.”

Obediently, I lowered and circled his wide tip with my tongue.

His responding groan spurred me on, and with a deep inhale, I wrapped my lips around him and slowly pulled him deep into my mouth. By no means was Tom small, and halfway down his length, I was already tense.

“Relax.” He gripped a handful of my hair, stopping me from taking more of his cock. The bite of pain as he tugged only added to the desperate need swirling through me.

I teased the tight pull of skin just under the tip with my tongue, and his hips shot off the bed, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth.

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