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I grip her hips to steady her before she lands on my erection, but I’m not fast enough.
Her eyes go wide when she feels me.
My heart pounds. I’m pretty sure I just fucked up this arrangement. She’s clearly about to run. An apology springs to my lips.
But then she sits on me.
Her warm core pressed right against my cock.
Her eyes close, and I finally let myself breathe.
Her hands come to rest on my shoulders, but other than that, she doesn’t move.
She doesn’t say a word and neither do I, but she grinds into me, and one of her hands strokes up my face, cups my cheek.
I keep my hands at her sides and guide her.
I grow harder each time she rocks her body and with each pant she lets out in my ear.
“Dad, are you up here?” Susie’s voice sails up the stairs, and Ruby leaps off me.
“Yeah, honey, what’s wrong?” I say, marching for the steps to tend to my daughter.
She rushes into my arms, and as I retreat down the steps to put her back to sleep, I glance at the stairs that lead to Ruby’s room.
She’s gone.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
RUBY
I have officially done Susie’s hair every single day now for a week.
I’d say I’m swiftly approaching advanced status. I have no idea why Declan thinks it’s so hard.
I hate to admit it, but having Declan here this past week has been helpful. Not only has he watched Max so I could get some work done, but he has different ideas on play than I do, and there has been no shortage of fun for the kids.
The only downside has been that Declan is now in my space every day of the week, and it has made it very,veryhard to avoid him after what happened on the couch the other night.
God, it was so good.
But it was wrong for so many reasons. For starters, it was impulsive, and it goes against every thought I’d told myself. As if I’m levelheaded when I’m alone, but the minute we are close to touching, my brain suddenly glitches and all the warning signals shut off.
Either way, it can’t happen again. I have no doubt that he agrees and that is why he hasn’t mentioned it either.
Ican’ttouch him.
Not again.
Everything about this situation is complicated.
I can’t remember the last time I was that turned on by anyone, and he barely touched me. He didn’t even kiss me. We only rubbed against each other and didn’t even get to finish. Which is exactly why it can’t happen again.
It.
Won’t.
I need to focus on work and how, even though I can make double loan payments for a few months, I still need to keep up my clientele if I want to continue doing so after they move out. What I don’t need to focus on is what the man living in my basement looks like naked.
