Page 24 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

“Hello?” her soft voice calls.

I gasp. The sound of her sweet voice calms every nerve in my body. She doesn’t sound hurt or scared.

“Scarlett. Where are you?”

“In the bathtub,” she says. “Just a minute...”

“Stay there,” I growl. Running up the staircase, two steps at a time. Desperate to get to her.

“Okay,” she breathes, barely above a whisper. But I can hear the uncertainty in her voice as I stand with my hand against the door.

Closing my eyes tight, wanting to see her, but the image of her naked and wet, ready for me to take her, is almost too much.

I push at my growing cock, because I don’t want to touch it.

I want it inside of her.

Breeding her.

Especially now I know she wants it too.

I open the door, much calmer than I imagined I would at knowing she was inside. And there, in the tub, is my naked angel. Her face is flushed, bubbles cover her gorgeous body. Her hair piled high in a messy bun.

I hold my hand over my heart as my chest tightens.

“My angel,” I breathe.

“Has she been here?” I ask, kneeling beside the tub.

“Your ex-wife?” Scarlett’s blue eyes meet mine. “No. Should I be worried?”

“Never.” I trace a finger along her wet shoulder. “She wants money. But now she thinks she has leverage.”

“Because of us?”

I nod. “What she did was illegal. Following you, taking pictures without consent. I’ll handle it.”

“I trust you.” Her fingers find mine beneath the water. “But maybe we should keep things quiet for now. At least until we tell Dad.”

“Or we could go to dinner. Show the world how much I adore you.”

She bites her lower lip, sending sparks through my body. “We should tell Dad first.” Her eyes darken as she slides deeper into the water. “Besides, I’m already naked.”

I can’t help but smile as I watch her slide deeper into the water. “Fine,” I say, standing up and reaching for a towel. “But we’ll make it quick.”

She giggles as I wrap the towel around her, my fingers brushing against her skin. “I don’t want to rush,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine.

My heart races as I look into her eyes, knowing what she wants. What we both want. And I can’t resist her.

I drop to my knees.

My cock throbs in anticipation as I gaze upon the sight before me.

I lift one of her legs over my shoulder, exposing herself even more to me as I position myself between her legs.

Her eyes widen as she looks at me, anticipation written all over her face. I lick her clit, her pussy, teasing her mercilessly.

The tension is building inside of her. I pull away. “Don’t come.”

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