Page 1 of Merry with a Single Dad

Chapter One

Emily

“Honey, I’m home!” Chris, the adorable yet sexy man of mine, called as he walked into my house.

The sound of the door closing hit my ears, and another rush of arousal flooded my already damp panties. I’ve been waiting for him since texting him earlier.

Standing in a teeny pair of hot pink underwear and a matching pushup bra, Chris’s mouth dropped open when he found me in my bedroom.

He cleared his throat. “Well, well. Did someone order a nooner?” His voice was husky and hungry—and not for lunch. His brown eyes darkened with an intensity that stole my breath.

“I did.” My voice cracked.

We both took one step closer.

Our eyes locked. Our chests rose and fell together as we breathed the same breath.

His jaw flexed, and I licked my lips as another second ticked by.

And then we smiled.

Lightning fast, we crashed together.

His lips on mine were heaven-sent, and I ran my hands over his crisp dress shirt as he moved to loosen and remove his tie.

I wanted him as naked as I was. I craved his touch. The hard but smooth ripples of his sculpted body quivered under my fingers. I scraped over his skin, and the moan he released was feral, gritty, and desperate.

I loved hearing him like this—wanting me as much as I wanted him.

My mind flashed back to the night we met.

Chris was only supposed to be a one-night stand. Who would’ve ever thought what started out as an evening full of lust could turn into love—an everlasting kind of love?

His mouth swallowed me—body and soul—and every touch of his hands as they slid over my skin ignited me from the inside out.

I pushed at his pants. He slipped out of his shoes, pulled off his socks, and kicked his pants away. As he unclasped my pretty little bra, he plunged into my mouth, devouring me, feasting on me.

We fell to the bed.

He cupped my breasts, thumbing his fingers over my nipples.

“Mm,” he growled, moving over my neck, down, down, down, until his mouth was on my skin.

Eyes closed, I threaded my fingers into his hair, holding on.

Just like that night so many months ago, he worshipped my body.

He played with the elastic of my underwear, teasing me with promises that he wouldn’t leave this bed until I was completely satisfied.

His tongue met my clit as he sank deep inside me with his fingers.

Blinded by his perfected methods, I groaned his name. He’d memorized my body, my wants—and I didn’t mind one little bit.

As he licked and thrust, I moved with him, already knowing the steps of this sinful dance. Electric sizzles raced through me, and within seconds, I came all over his mouth.

“Fuck yes,” he mumbled, lapping at my juices. Moans of appreciation vibrated through me from the yummy sounds he made. “Baby, you taste so good.”

“Come here,” I croaked, my voice hoarse from my heavy panting.

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