Page 80 of Undone

We were both so busy, with him working long hours at the clinic and me getting ready for the school year. Last we spoke, we agreed it would be casual, but the way he made me feel, the way he looked at me, felt anything but.

But he said he didn’t get attached. And I wasn’t ready for anything serious.

“Gracie,” Dorian said, his dark brown eyes not leaving mine. “Go get ready for bed. I’ll be there in a few.”

On cue, she let out a yawn. “Okay, Daddy.” She turned toward the hallway and into the bathroom.

His steps were commanding and purposeful toward me. Once he reached me, he grabbed my elbow, pulling me over to the other side of the living room, out of direct view from the hallway where Gracie had retreated. Once we were around the corner, I chuckled.

“Dorian, what are you doin—” And his lips were on mine.

My body relaxed, letting go of everything that had been building since his lips last met mine. He pressed me against the doorframe, trapping me between his body and the wall.

He pulled back to whisper into my mouth. “This fucking hair.”

Kiss.

“These fucking lips.”

Kiss.

“And this tight ass,” he said, lifting me up so the doorframe dug into my back. I relished the slight sting as his mouth devoured mine. He slid his tongue against mine in teasing strokes that left me whimpering, needing more. Needing him.

“I’ve waited all damn week for this. For you,” he said.

“Me too,” I admitted.

He tasted like mint and everything I knew I should stay away from but everything I wanted. His hand moved to wrap around my waist, his fingers imprinting into my skin, and all I could think wasmore.

I needed more.

I bucked my hips slightly, waiting for his response.

“Peach,” he moaned. “You’re killing me.”

“Shush,” I scolded him, not wanting his lips to leave mine ever again.

My hand slid around his neck, fingers threading through the wavy strands of his dark hair. His kiss was urgent, as if he were heading off to war, rather than to his daughter brushing her teeth in the other room. The thought should’ve sobered me, but it didn’t. All I could focus on was wanting more.

We were a tangled mess of desire and need when Gracie’s voice rung out in the distance. Dorian groaned and put me down on my feet just before Gracie came barreling around the corner. I was still trying to get back my bearings when she appeared.

Dorian’s glasses fell from where they were resting on his head to the floor, and Gracie looked back and forth between the two of us.

“Daddy…” Gracie’s brow furrowed as she planted one hand on her hip. “Were you kissing Miss Reid?”

I nearly choked on a laugh, not just at the seriousness in her tone but also because she’d gone full formal and called me Miss Reid, as if stepping in to protect me while scolding him.

Dorian, wiping his mouth with impeccable timing, shook his head. “I was not.”

“Uh-huh…” She narrowed her eyes at him before turning to me. “Noah, was my daddy kissing you?”

I exchanged a quick glance with Dorian, still struggling to recover. “Nope, we were just… uh…” I fumbled for something believable. “Playing a game to see who could stand closest to the door without touching it. Your dad lost.” I pointed my thumb in his direction.

“Oh, whatever, I definitely won.”

“You did not!”

Gracie crossed her arms, scrutinizing me. “Are you sure that is what you were doing?”

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