Page 77 of Bonus Daddy
Hands cupping her breasts, I worshipped one nipple, then the other.
Her hand was already wrapped firmly around my cock, her firm hold making my eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Brian.” This time her voice wasn’t breathy. It didn’t drip with need. It was insistent, serious.
So I pulled back, searching her face.
She gave me a sad smile. “We need to talk.”
And just like that. My hope—and my cock—deflated.
She pushed herself off the bed and stepped into the bathroom. She came out a moment later wrapped in a fluffy white robe.
Fuck, she was adorable.
Now that she was covered up, she perched on the side of the bed.
“God, Brian.” She raked her fingers through her wild hair, gathering it into a lopsided ponytail. “The things you do to me.”
A smirk overtook me without my permission, though I quickly tamped down on it, because her expression was suddenly one of distress.
“You were hot in college. But God, now? All manly and serious? You make it hard to think straight. You’ve got this whole Michael Fassbender thing going for you. Successful professional on the surface, but deep down, you’re still a blue-collar kid from Brooklyn who was a champion boxer. Like you’ll negotiate contracts in yourfancy suit and then turn around and kick a guy’s ass for disrespecting your woman.”
I laughed. I’d always enjoyed her rants, but this time, as she talked about how much she was attracted to me, I wanted to encourage her to elaborate.
Turned out I didn’t have to do any encouraging. “And you’re all muscular and bearded,” she went on, lamenting me, “and good with your tongue.”
I bit the sides of my mouth to keep from smiling.
She, on the other hand, got progressively redder. Yet she didn’t stop. It was the single biggest ego boost of my life.
She let her hair down and pulled it back again. This time, the ponytail was relatively straight. “You’re the best combo of loyal golden retriever and stern brunch daddy.”
“What?” I frowned. What the hell was a brunch daddy?
She waved a hand. “Forget it. Bottom line is, you are incredible.”
That was it. There was no fighting my smile any longer.
“But.”
All the air escaped me. Aw, fuck. There was always a but.
“As much as I hate it, we can’t do this again.”
I let the weight of her words sit between us for a moment. She was right. There was no denying that. She was still my client. And she’d been very clear about her intentions last night.
As much as I wanted to plead my case and convince her of how great we could be together, I couldn’t do that to her. I wouldn’t undermine her choice or try to convince her she was wrong.
I was torn in two, and the two sides were at war. I was her lawyer, and I wanted to win her case so she could move to Vermont. Yet I was her friend, or maybe more, who wanted to explore the connection we clearly had.
But this woman had been counting down the days until she could leave Jersey since before she walked into my office and we reconnected. It wasn’t fair to ask her to stick aroundfor me.
She scooted over and laid her head on my chest.
“You will never know how much this has meant to me. How much you mean to me. But I know myself. If we keep this up, I’ll fall in love with you.” She tipped her head up and eyed me, worrying her lip. “Hell, I’m already halfway in love with you.”
Her sweet honesty made my stomach drop.
