Page 33 of Room for Three

“He hasn’t come home yet.”

My heart sinks. “I’m sorry you’re upset. I’m sure he’s safe.”

“Safe?” Her voice is shrill. “He’s fucking some woman, and it makes me sick.”

“It shouldn’t,” I say to her. “He’s a grown man and needs to be with women his own age.” I pause, hating having to bring this up now. “Like myself. The kissing we did was out of line and inappropriate. It can’t happen again.”

She displays defiance by pressing her lips to mine. I must have the patience of a saint because I don’t kiss her back. This makes her cry harder.

Fuck.

What the hell do I do?

“We can’t,” I breathe. “You should date someone like Brayden. Forget us old guys.”

“I just want to be loved and cherished and desired,” she whispers. “Why is that so much to ask for?”

This time, when she kisses me, I’m distracted by where her hand has traveled. She grips my cock through my boxers and strokes it to life. It feels damn good to have her touching me. In the dark, it almost passes for a naughty dream.

“Savvy,” I warn hoarsely. “Stop.”

“Or what?” She nips on my bottom lip. “You’ll come?”

A wave of desire washes over me, and I lose all sense of reality. I go from being on my side to on top of her, mouth devouring hers. She moans as our tongues tangle desperately.

This is dangerous.

So fucking wrong.

And yet I grind against her pussy, loving how my cock radiates with pleasure at the sensation.

“I want you inside me,” she murmurs against my lips. “Please, Cole. I need you. I need this.”

I want to say no. Maybe I do in my head. My body has other plans. Grabbing hold of her shorts, I sit back long enough to rip them off her body, and then press down against her, kissing her more frantically than before.

You can stop this, man.

Don’t do something you can’t undo.

She writhes beneath me, fingers raking through my hair. I grind against her, wanting nothing more than to tear away the only material left between us and something unforgivable.

She’s barely eighteen.

I’m her father’s age.

A damn cop with morals and responsibilities.

So why the hell am I reaching between us to push my boxers down?

I grab hold of my cock and rub it along her slick slit. When I find her tight opening, I push against it.

Resistance.

My cock is too thick for her.

Fuck.

I curse aloud as I push harder into her. Her body stretches around me, slowly accepting my girth. The whimper that crawls out of her throat is a mixture of aroused and terrified.

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