Page 14 of One Week With My Dad's Best Friend

Should I move away?

“I want you...” he says and hesitates.

“You want me to do what?” I ask.

He is silent for a moment. My eyes lower when his tongue swipes over his bottom lip before he says, “The sentence was already finished.”

I raise my eyes to him. “Oh.” It’s about all my still-catching-up brain can muster.

Is this real?My father will kill me…Anton.

We can’t do this, regardless of what I want.

I turn around, breaking the contact. Then get out of the car and think of his words as I take a few steps to his internal garage door and away from him.

My heart is pounding as every nerve in my body fires at his honesty.

I want it, myself, but...

No!

My hand holds the handle of the door. “My father won’t allow it.” I can hear the sorrow in my voice, knowing that to be the truth.

His hands are on my arms, but he doesn’t turn me around—he pulls me closer to him until my back collides with his hard body.

We stand in silence.

I inhale. His cologne reminds me of when we danced together at my sister’s wedding and then at his niece, Piper’s wedding. When we danced, it was too close, so close my breasts rubbed against his chest.

The first time I asked him to kiss me.

The first time, he whispered.“One day.”Then pressed a kiss on my cheek.

I masturbated that night, imagining it was his hands on me as I remembered his face, his smell so vividly that it's now permanently imprinted in my brain with hispromise—one day.

“I know, but tell me what you want. I’m prepared for the consequences.” His voice is rich and low and takes me out of my reverie.

No wonder Anton Hawthorn is successful. He takes what he wants without question, and without regret. And what he wants at the moment is me. And it’s what I’ve always wanted.

Can I give it up now?

My heart pounds against my ribs, wanting to tell him I want him. But I’m scared.

But can I take just one moment of him?

Will I yearn for him forever if I was to kiss him?

I turn in his arms when I realize he is waiting for a reply.

“Tell me I’m not too old for you.” His voice is almost begging me to give him the answer that I now know he craves. And I should tell him he is. But this is Anton, the man I’ve had a crush on for years. Hating when he brought his ex-wife to my parent’s home one Christmas. But loved it when I danced with him at my sister Jade’s wedding. Whispering to me how beautiful I was in my bridesmaid dress. No wonder I got myself off that night.

Finally, I shake my head.

He closes his eyes as he exhales, and when he opens his eyes again, he leans down, and his mouth is so close to mine. This time, I’m sure he’s going to kiss me.

His large, solid fingers cup my face as he stares into my eyes. My fantasy is coming to life. My body thrums and my nipples are tingling at what he is about to do. He stops and looks at me again.

Don’t stop.

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