Page 89 of My Best Friend's Dad

“This was a beautiful night,” I said, easing into his arms.

“Least I can do,” he replied. “You’ve given me one of the best years of my life.”

I sipped on the wine. “Did I?”

“Of course,” he said.

“It was a pretty good year, wasn’t it?” I smiled. “You’re not all that bad in the boyfriend department.”

“Wow, thank you, I’m glad you approve.”

I giggled, kissing his cheek and playfully biting his chin. The truth was, it was one of the best years of my life, too. Ever since I had moved in, things seemed to be a lot more stable. Work at the diner was a lot smoother, especially since Hank now trusted me with a lot more responsibilities and wasn’t constantly breathing down my neck. Apparently, being with Alex seemed to settle well with him, as if his little girl had finally made the right choice in the relationship department, at least in his eyes.

Besides, I loved being a part of the Logan family. Samuel had definitely taken a liking to me, even using me as an excuse to take shots at Alex. Every time we disagreed on anything, Samuel was quick to take my side. Even Kelly jumped at any chance to use me as a card against her father. Tonight’s sleepover was a perfect example. Not to mention that I was a major player in convincing her father that having a boyfriend was not the end of the world.

All in all, it really was a great year, and despite my initial concerns, the worry that we were going into this way too fast, it had played out pretty well. I couldn’t really imagine my life without Alex anymore. It was like everything before him was non-existent.

“So, how does Alex Logan plan for this night to end?”

Alex looked at me, a playful smile spreading across his face. “Well, we do have the house to ourselves.”

“I noticed that.”

“And there’s enough wine for us to get really, really drunk.”

I smiled. “I see.”

Alex leaned in and kissed the crook of my neck, softly, his breath warm against my skin. I closed my eyes and moaned softly. “I did have a few things in mind, though,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow and bit my lower lip. “Well, please, don’t let me get in the way of your plans.”

He took the glass from my han

d, placed it on the table beside me and leaned in again, his lips locking onto mine. I kissed him passionately, then hungrily. He pulled me to him, and I straddled him, feeling his already hard cock against my crotch.

I pulled back and began to grind slowly. “Why, Mr. Logan,” I whispered. “You seem to be a little too excited.”

He closed his eyes as I pressed against him, swirling my hips around, my hands slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

“I think the wine’s getting to my head,” he said with a smile.

I leaned in, kissed him, and pulled at his lower lip with my teeth. “I think it’s more than just the wine,” I said, gazing into his eyes seductively as I continued to grind against him.

His hands grabbed my waist, and he began to push my shirt up. I slapped his hands away and shook a finger at him. “You see? Too excited.”

“Someone’s in a playful mood,” he said.

I pouted. “Maybe it’s the wine,” I teased. But it was more than that. Ever since dinner and I had been fighting back the heat inside me, and even during the movie, it took every ounce of self-control I had not to rip the clothes off his body and take him. The atmosphere, the wine, the romantic anniversary gestures, it just made me want him so fucking badly I could almost feel the heat between my thighs spread like wildfire through me.

I continued to unbutton his shirt and leaned in, kissing his chest, running my hands across his body. I kissed my way down, unbuttoned his pants, and gazed into his eyes as I pulled them off. I slipped a hand inside his boxers and squeezed, smiling as he gasped at my touch.

“What do you say we have a little fun?” I teased, stroking his cock.

Alex opened his mouth to reply, then closed it, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. I pulled off his boxers, bent down and gently ran my tongue across his shaft. The way he shuddered under me only turned me on even more. I looked up at him, meeting his gaze, and slowly took his cock into my mouth. He groaned in pleasure and his hands clenched against the couch cushions. I sucked on his cock, wrapping my hand around him and pumping him as I twirled my tongue around the tip. I felt his legs shake, and I quickened my pace.

“Oh God, that’s good,” he moaned.

I lost myself in what I was doing, feeling dirty and turned on to the point where I actually wanted to hear him beg me to not stop. When I felt like he was about to come, I pulled him out of my mouth and giggled when he groaned in disappointment.

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