Page 18 of Daddy's Dirty Little Secret

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AMELIA

Dad insisted I take him to his place to pick up a few things, which I was adamantly opposed to, but how was I supposed to tell my father no? The night I went to sit with him at his house, it was hard seeing the way the vandals broke down his door to get at his stuff. But in the daylight, it was awful. I didn’t even live there and I felt violated, like someone had crossed a line that made me feel vulnerable.

Dad was at my place now while I walked up the driveway at Xander’s massive house. The sun was off duty, and the lights on the front of his house made it seem larger than I knew it was. I rang the bell, and he opened the door almost instantly, like he’d been waiting.

Of course he was waiting; I asked him to meet for sex.

“Come in,” he said, glancing around outside before backing away and opening the door inward.

I passed by him, shuffling into his living room awkwardly. It was a mutual agreement, one where we both had equal say in when it happened or how frequently. That didn’t make me feel any less out of place or tense as the reason for me showing up sank in.

Back when I saw the front of Dad’s house boarded up, caution tape still pinned in place while the home awaited repairs, I felt so tense I could throw up. Dad would be staying with me for a while again, this time so that I could care for him. I’d gotten my fill of his parenting when I was sick, which was why I sent him home, but now I felt like he’d be safer at my place.

“Nice digs,” I said stiffly as my eyes scanned over the oversized leather furniture. The hearth had a crackling fire, though it wasn’t wood burning. The perfect flicker of gas logs created a good aesthetic, but the glass kept the heat locked away.

“Thanks. I hired a designer, barely spend any time here.” He chuckled as he walked past me, leading me deeper into the cavernous space. I could see straight through his entire house to his well-lit backyard where a pool stretched past a cement patio. The kitchen lights were off, but the glow of a smart refrigerator made me choke back a sound of awe.

“Wow,” I breathed, and he heard me, chuckling again as he stepped up to a polished liquor cabinet.

“Glad you approve.” Xander pulled out two tumblers and a bottle of amber-colored liquid. After the past twenty-four hours of dealing with Dad’s denial that the car fire and the break in may be related, I could’ve used a lot more than a stiff drink. I wanted to be held, to have my hair played with and my emotions validated. But if a quickie was all I’d get, I had to be okay with that. It was the arrangement we had come to.

I meandered over toward the fireplace where I saw a few pictures in silver frames. A few of them looked like the images that came with the frames. But one of them stood out—a picture of a teenage boy that looked a lot like Xander next to a middle-aged man who could be his father. It was a sweet image, but there was no woman in the picture.

“Ah, don’t pay any attention to those,” he said, setting a glass of whiskey down on the mantle in front of me. I felt his hand onmy hip slide around to my belly and his palm splayed on my shirt as he pulled me back against his chest. I took the glass, downed it, and turned in his arms to find his lips ready to devour mine.

I wanted to ask about the portrait, where his mother was, but he consumed me entirely. His hand slipped the glass out of my grasp, and I didn’t even know where he set it. The next thing I knew he was moving me, guiding me away from the fireplace. I kept my eyes shut, instinctively following his lead as I devoured his hungry kisses.

“I am so glad you texted. I was going to call you.” Xander’s words came between heavy breaths and contact between our mouths. I gripped the sides of his shirt and pulled it upward out of the waistband of his slacks.

“Dinner didn’t go well?” My concern wasn’t about work. It was about him. He must’ve needed me the way I felt I needed him. The release of endorphins too great of a relief to ignore my body’s call for it.

“Let’s just say I’m having you for dinner.” Xander backed me against a door and reached for the knob. When it gave way, I stumbled into a dark room. My hands reached for my blouse’s buttons, working them quickly as he flicked on the light and undid his belt. “I’ve been fantasizing about you all day.”

I didn’t bother asking if it was his bedroom; I knew it was. The scent of his cologne, a mixture of earthy tones and leather, wafted through the room. My vision zeroed in on the four-poster bed and satin sheets. I couldn’t wait to be straddling him, riding him until we both called out each other’s names in release.

“Well, you’re welcome to help yourself,” I purred as my blouse parted ways with my body, landing in a pool at my feet. My lace bra and matching panties complemented the fire I felt between my legs as I slid my pants down my thighs and kicked them aside. His eyes raked up and down my semi-naked body, lust in their depths. “Or would you rather I help myself to you?”

Xander growled as he pulled his dress shirt up over his head and tossed it, a sound that came from deep in his chest. He hurtled himself toward me, and his hands cupped my breasts, kneading them through the lace. My moan elicited a smile from him as he broke away.

“You’re definitely the main course tonight, gorgeous. And I’ve been starving for you.” His lips trailed along my collarbone as he pushed me toward the bed. My back hit the cool satin sheets, and Xander leaned over me, his weight pinning my wrists above my head.

His chest was cut and bronzed, my eyes raking over every ridge of muscle and flesh. I hadn’t seen him naked entirely yet, but I had a feeling I was about to.

His eyes were slanted and dark with hunger as he ducked his head and moved my bra to the side with his chin, worshiped each of my nipples, then dipped lower to my stomach. He lavished adoration on the curve of my hip before sliding my panties to the side and pressing a finger between my thighs. “So wet already.” His voice was husky with lust as he brought his wet digit to my lips. “Sample yourself?” His hands loosed my wrists then and he smirked.

I didn’t question him. I parted my lips and flicked my tongue against the digit, lapping up every drop of my own arousal and the taste of me on his skin. His groan of approval spurred me on to suck his finger deeper into my mouth, tonguing it in arcs. My hips twisted against the mattress as arousal flooded through me, Xander watching with hooded eyes and a cocked eyebrow as if he knew what I wanted even before I did.

“Christ, Amelia,” he breathed, and then he was devouring my mouth again.

A moan escaped me as he slid two fingers inside me, his tongue matching the demanding rhythm of his hand. I felt like liquid heat, molten under his touch and I arched my back,pushing against his hand and the steely length of his erection pressed against my thigh. I wanted his flesh, not his pants in the way.

“Xander,” I whimpered, “I need you.”

He chuckled low in his throat, a sound so wicked and foreign coming from him it made my blood sing. I hated how he backed away, but I loved how he took my panties with him. As I lay there watching him smell them, I pulled off my bra. He shoved them into his pocket, and then stripped the rest of the way as I watched. His body was exquisite—rock-hard abs, his cock thick and ready for me. I blushed but didn’t cover myself as he locked his lust-filled eyes on mine and crawled back up the bed.

“God I’m going to enjoy this.” His voice came out raw as he looked at me. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. “You’re so beautiful.” He breathed in between kisses along the line of my jaw and down my neck, descending until his lips met their target. I arched into him, needing this release.

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