Page 17 of Secret Twins for My Ex's SEAL Best Friend

“Ten years straight?” she asked, concern lifting her voice.

“No,” I said, without elaboration.

“So then, what’s triggered it lately?”

I sighed and opened my eyes. “My daughter likes a boy. It’s dredging up some feelings for me.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you had a daughter.”

“She’s ten. No, eleven. Sorry, she just had a birthday. It’s been a lot.” I closed my eyes again.

“Why is that such a big deal?”

“It’s…too much to get into right now,” I told her.

“You can tell me,” she breathed, and I had another realization that she was still close to me, that I could smell her watermelon shampoo.

I opened my eyes again and could see her curled eyelashes. I could see a small freckle of green in her brown eyes. So, they were hazel. I could see freckles on the bridge of her nose and a small crack in her bottom lip where she’d been chewing it. I wondered what stressed her out. I wondered if I could relieve it.

“I really can’t,” I responded, my eyes trapped, glued to her lips.

I couldn’t look at anything else. She had such beautiful lips, so bow-like. I wanted to unwrap her like a present. Dammit! She made me so mad. But she was so sexy.

As if someone else controlled my hand, I reached out and pressed one hand against her face, gripping her jawline, and stroked her skin with my thumb.

“Robert, I—” she started, and I could see a flush creeping up her neck.

“Do you mind if I just…?” Her face was coming closer to mine, and I couldn’t tell if she was moving with me or if I was just taking it, but her lips brushed mine, opening slightly. They were soft and malleable and warm, and I wanted to dive into them, to have them all over my body. I wanted her lips on the head of my cock in that moment, and the thought made me groan against her opening mouth.

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Delia

I had no idea what was happening, except that I didn’t hate it. I let Robert kiss me for a minute, just feeling it, unsure of how to react.

I closed my eyes and gave into it, feeling the way his lips melted against mine, soft and slightly wet, and before I knew it, I was opening my mouth and kissing him deeper. I was letting his kiss overtake me.

I felt like I was falling down a deep hole, a hole that got darker and deeper with every second that I kissed Robert back. His lips were so inviting, and I had shivers all over my body. I could feel goosebumps rising along my skin.

I opened my eyes and saw him looking back at me. We made eye contact for a moment, and it ignited a heat between my legs. I wanted him.

I gripped him back, wrapping his hair around one of my hands, and kissed him even deeper, twisting my neck to cover more of his lips.

I heard him moan, a guttural sound that I couldn’t believe came from him, and I groaned in response, delighted by knowing he wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.

His hands moved from my face and down my sides to grip my waist. He pulled me into him, and I felt the same way I did right before I kneed him: lit on fire by his touch.

His cock was hard against me and pressing into my thigh in a way that wasn’t unwelcome. I almost touched it. I had just a moment where my hand almost slid down his body to grip his bulge.

But then I heard Jeremy inside yelling, “Good job, ladies! Okay, one more time, and then we’ll take a break! Practice with each other, groups of four!” and it snapped me back to reality like I was on the end of a very long rubber band.

I went hurling back to earth and pulled away from Robert’s kiss, snapping, “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Robert’s hands opened against my waist, not letting go but not quite holding me either. Confusion was written all over his face. “What do you— I thought—”

“You thought what? What is wrong with you? Your best friend is right in there. Did you bring me here so you two could rope me into some ridiculous threesome or what?”

I suddenly felt so angry, so bothered by the idea of my own making. I felt like I was being asked out for a prank, like I was a prop in a joke I didn’t yet understand.

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