Page 6 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

I shrugged. “I’m nothing like the women at the wedding tonight, that’s for sure. I mean, look at Celine, for instance. She’s perfect. Elegant, beautiful, graceful, with a high position in society…”

“If you think that’s what makes you a lady, you’re grossly mistaken. And don’t you dare compare yourself to Celine. You’re sincere, and that’s fucking beautiful.”

I looked into Landon’s icy eyes. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said. “You’re fucking beautiful.”

My cheeks burned hot as I blushed, and I glanced down. “You’re just saying that because I’m Brad’s friend.”

Landon shook his head. He lifted his hand and tucked the flyaway strands of hair behind my ear before he put his finger under my chin and tilted my head up.

“I’m saying it because it’s true.”

I looked into his eyes, and the atmosphere shifted between us. Landon was incredibly attractive. He had the whole silver fox thing going—his graying hair gave him a distinguished look, and he cocked a smile at me that oozed charm.

When his eyes slid to my lips, my breath caught in my throat. None of this was supposed to happen. He was Brad’s dad. He was so much older than I was. He should be with someone who moved in his circles, someone like—

He closed the distance and kissed me, cutting off my thoughts. I froze for just a second before I melted against him. His lips were perfect. He kissed me like I’d never been kissed before, and when his tongue slid into my mouth, I sighed. Maybe it was the wine—blurring the lines and taking away my inhibition. Maybe it was the wedding I’d watched where two people who loved each other more than life itself tied the knot. Maybe it was the dead of night that wrapped itself around us, pushing reality far enough away that it didn’t matter.

Whatever it was, heat washed through my body and pooled between my legs, and I wanted it. So help me, I wanted him.

When he broke the kiss, his eyes darkened, and the look on his face echoed my lust.

“Do you want to come inside?” I breathed. What was I doing? I never did things like this.

“Yeah,” he said in a deep, throaty voice.

I took Landon’s hand, ignoring the little voice at the back of my mind giving me all the reasons not to do this. Right now, I didn’t care.

When we were inside, the door shut, and Landon pulled me against him, arm around my waist, and he kissed me. His tongue slid into my mouth, and he grinded against me—he was erect and ready, and I shivered at the feel of his cock pressing into me, straining against his clothes.

His phone vibrated in his pocket against my thigh, and I squealed.

“Sorry,” he said against my lips.

“Don’t you want to get that?”

“No.”

He continued kissing me.

When his phone vibrated again, I jerked back and giggled.

Landon rolled his eyes and took the phone out of his pocket.

“It’s just Brad. They’re safe at their next party. It’s fine.”

Brad’s name sliced through the atmosphere like a knife.

“We probably shouldn’t do this,” I said.

Landon’s eyes locked on mine, and they bore into my soul.

“Yeah,” he said. He looked away and nodded. “You’re probably right.” He looked at me again, and I fell into those icy eyes. He was so fucking hot, and I wanted him. I wanted all of him. I had no idea why I felt this way about him. There were so many reasons this was a bad idea.

I swallowed hard and ran my fingers along my forehead.

“I’ll go,” Landon said.

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