Page 31 of Daddy Issues

Keeping this dirty little secret has been easy since we can sneak around while living together. Mila sleeps upstairs and she crashes hard, then it’s just Graham and I. But now? I don’t know how I’m going to sit through a meal with him surrounded by our close circle and be so platonic that no one picks up on the tension and chemistry between us.

Another wave of nausea hits me, my heart rate racing, my cheeks flaming with warmth. Leave it to my mother to bring out a full-body panic reaction. Checking the clock, I grab my phone to text my friends before having to pick up Mila from school. She has one week left before summer, and she’s so excited about the fun events planned for this week. My heart flips over knowing that I get to hear about how each day went.

I collapse on the couch, trying to breathe through my stomach churning and bring up the group text.

Me: Well, I’m screwed

Lily: Good! He’s giving it to you good then?

Emma: Get it girl!

Me: Not in the literal meaning, I mean that too, but my mother dearest has demanded we both attend a Father’s Day brunch next weekend.

Emma: Does she know you’re seeing each other?

Me: We’re not seeing each other, just sleeping together, and no, no one knows but you two

Lily: Well, that sounds like hell on earth. Although, family dinner is a grand ole time over at our house, too

Emma: ba ha ha ha I bet since you went and married your ex-boyfriend’s DAD

Me: I guess that tops dad’s best friend but shit balls. I don’t want to go. I can already taste the awkwardness

Emma: yeah, it’s not great. But, you’ll get through it.

Lily: How does Graham feel?

Me: He doesn’t know yet…

Lily: That’ll be interesting. You two are adults. It’ll be fine.

Emma: Totally fine.

Me: Everything’s fine

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I wake up with a start, warm hands cupping my heavy breasts, but it doesn’t feel pleasurable—they ache. My eyes crack open as I wince, but Graham’s hands have already released me, his eyes traveling down my body as he pulls the blanket back further. His eyes are heavily lidded and heated with lust, igniting that spark deep inside me that only he has the match to strike.

“God, I love when you’re naked and waiting for me. Look at you, so needy for my cock, Hails.”

“Always.”

“You like me sneaking in here and taking whatever I want? You like letting me have free use of your body?”

“It makes me feel so good, Graham.”

“Damn, Hails, you’re too good to me. God, I love this sexy body.” His hands are all over me, like he’s unsure where he wants to start, groping and squeezing, touching everywhere but where I want him the most.

His face is enraptured, overcome with lust and pleasure. His blue eyes are heavy, his face shadowed by the light of the moon shining in through my window, but there’s no mistaking his feral features.

Graham lays down on his back next to me, pulling my body on top of his. His lips connect with mine, finally kissing me. His large palm connects with my face, anchoring me to him like I have any intention of ever leaving. His other hand presses down on my lower back, my wet pussy sliding up the length of his solid cock. I rotate my hips, stroking him between my legs. I feel each ridge of his dick and the large mushroom head as it nudges my clit.

We’re both moaning, our noises muffled by each other’s mouths while our tongues meet in the middle, desperate to connect and be closer than we are.

“Be my good girl and flip around, I want my cock in your mouth while I lick your pussy.”

Shit. My heart races at his dirty command, everything else in the world washing away.

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