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“Conrad!” Crying out, my name was a sharp breath on her tongue as her thighs began to tremble.
I lifted off the seat, thrusting upward and into her, harder and faster as she ground down, our hips meeting with a thick slap in the center.
Seconds later, her pussy clenched around me, gripping me, milking me where I was wedged between her thighs.
My mind was clouded with the vision before me—this goddess straddling me. I shoved her skirt higher so I could see it. So I could see every glide of my cock into her pretty pussy, pink and swollen with need.
Her flesh pressed against mine, her ripe clit peeking out. We were both so wet, I glided in and out of her with slick ease.
It was so fucking dirty. Her on top of me. Lipstick smeared. Skirt hitched around her hips. My pants undone just enough to free my cock from their confines. The bold tilt of her body and angle of her hips so that I would hit her g-spot just right. The sweat that dotted between her breasts.
I wanted this forever. I wanted this woman forever. I wanted her to come undone like this every night, every day for the rest of our lives.
“I’m going to … Conrad, I’m coming.”
The intense grip of lust that gnawed its way through my stomach released just as her spasms convulsed around my dick again.
With a feral groan, I released into her, spurting, throbbing, giving her every last drop I had in a total melting release.
Our eyes locked as the spasms diminished. Lips parted. Sweat dripping. I crashed my mouth to hers, kissing her. “Addy, I love you. I fucking love you.”
“I love you, too,” she whispered, breathless.
We sat there, clutching each other for several minutes, breathing heavily.
I didn’t want to get dressed, but I couldn’t just sit here in the precinct, half-hard cock still wrapped in a wet condom. Reaching between us, I tied off the condom and wrapped it in a tissue to throw it away as Addy got dressed, rearranging her dress and hair.
“Come here,” I said, my voice sounding like I’d just done four shots of whiskey.
“Again?” she teased with a lift of her brow.
“Not that,” I rolled my eyes playfully, but tugged her back down to my lap. “Kiss me again.”
“Mmm,” her lips buzzed against mine. “I’ll never say no to that.”
I held her in my arms, my mouth exploring her lips, her neck her ears as she squirmed and trembled beneath me.
I still needed to tell her about Meghan, but suddenly, Harper’s mom coming for a visit didn’t seem to matter anymore. Harper’s mom would always be a factor in my life—our lives.
And for the first time in ages, I felt like I had someone to tackle these hurdles with me. Someone by my side to help me through the storms.
My dick started to swell again, now zipped back into my pants.
Still in the foggy dreamland of Addy’s kiss, I heard the faint chirp of Harper’s voice. “I’m sure my dad can give you a ride home, too—”
Then, silence filled the room. Even though it was silent, nothing about the moment was peaceful. Because before I could react or before Addy could jump off my lap, Harper was there in my office, mouth gaping as she stared at Addy straddling me—thankfully clothed. But kissing, nonetheless.
“Dad?” Harper gasped, eyes wide as she looked between us. “You havegotto be kidding me.”
ChapterTwenty-Four
Addy
Conrad still had another hour on his shift until Warren could come relieve him of his duty. Which meant I had the great, awkward pleasure of driving Mia and Harper home.
That car ride was even worse than when my high school boyfriend’s father drove me home after catching us making out under the bleachers.
I swallowed my groan.
