Page 146 of Mountain Daddy

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Staring.

And I feel like I can breathe again.

I feel settled.

Luther stands, but I stay where I am.

I didn’t even realize how off-kilter I’ve felt until now.

His long strides close the distance in just a few seconds.

A few seconds for me to take him in.

To appreciate how his thighs look in those jeans. How his forearms look with the sleeves of his gray flannel rolled up. How his chest looks with the top buttons of his shirt undone.

He’s such a fucking Daddy, it’s unreal.

I clench my thighs, wishing I’d worn a skirt rather than shorts.

Not that we should have sex in a coffee shop restroom. But…

Luther stops before me, a smirk forming on his lips.

I open my mouth to ask him what he’s smiling about, but he stops my question. With a kiss.

Warm hands grab me.

One against the side of my neck, the other on my hip, holding me in place while his lips press against mine.

My eyes close. And I reach for him. My fingers clinging to the material at his sides.

I want to wrap my arms around his neck.

I want to drag him to the floor.

I want to do so much.

But we’re in public.

And even if we’re away from people we know, we still live in a mostly civil society, so we can’t dry hump each other.

We pull away at the same time, but Luther doesn’t drop the hand he has against my neck.

“Hi, Baby Doll.” His voice is desire and gravel.

I bite my lip. Knowing what I want to call him.

Knowing I shouldn’t.But…

“Hi, Daddy.” I keep my voice at a whisper.

Luther runs his tongue along his teeth.

I stare at his mouth.

“Let’s get drinks.” Luther lifts his chin toward the counter.

I nod.

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