Page 35 of Daddy Vibes (The Anti-Bachelorette 2)

She leans up on her tip-toes and kisses me. She tries to deepen it, but I push her back. “Angela, we need to talk about what just happened. That wasn’t okay the way he was talking about you. I need to make sure you are okay.”

She just gives me a huge smile. “I love you too.”

I hear her words, but my brain doesn’t seem to process them fully. I smile back at her. “What?”

She just laughs. “I love you too.” Then her mouth is on mine again.

I’m still stunned at first, so when she tries deepening the kiss again I don’t fight it. Then her words really hit me, and I reach behind her and pull her as close to me as possible. I feel invisible like I can do anything. She loves me? I feel so immersed in the kiss that I don’t even hear Emory enter the kitchen. She clears her throat, and Angela pulls back. I groan in disappointment, and I turn over to Emory. “Do you need something Emory?” I ask with bitterness in my voice.

She laughs. “Just wanted to make my presence known before this kitchen turned into a porno featuring my dad. Blech. Gross.”

Angela laughs then and turns to me. “I’ll tell everyone to leave.”

She starts walking toward the slider, but I grab her arm to stop her. “No. Don’t do that. I can wait.”

She gives me one of those seductive smiles. “Until tonight.” She jokes.

I grip her arm tighter. “I can wait longer than that.” I need her to understand that I love her for more than just her body. “I will wait as long as you want me to.”

She gives me such a beautiful smile. Then leans forward and whispers in my ear. “What if I don’t want to wait?”

I pull her closer to me and kiss up her neck until I’m at her ear. “Then you’re getting fucked tonight.”

She pulls back and grins at me. “Why don’t you join me in the pool? We can show off that hot dad bod you got going.”

I look down at myself. “I don’t have a dad bod.”

She just throws her head back and laughs. “I said hot didn’t I?”

Then she turns and starts heading out. I call out to her. “Yeah, but it implies something!”

She turns to me when she reaches the slider. “Maybe you need to start working out with Alaric more. Those years are really starting to show up on you now.”

I narrow my eyes at her. “You did not go there.” She smiles again and opens the slider. “You’re going to pay for that later!” I call out to her. She just walks toward the pool with a little extra sway to her hips. And just damn. I’m one lucky bastard.

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