Page 46 of Accidental Daddy

My tongue traces up the thick vein of his cock, giving a harsh suck to his tip before bobbing back down as far as I can take him. Not having the most experience doing this, a part of me always worries that I’m not doing enough for him.

But seeing his face tells me I have nothing to worry about.

Tyler’s fingers thread through my hair as he helps me to move up and down on him. I love the domineering nature of it, which is why I pull off of him for a moment to mumble, “Grip my hair harder,” before going back to sucking him.

He groans, his hand gripping my hair harder, moving my head up and down on him even quicker.

It’s so hot, and I know that Tyler thinks so, too, by the way his cock twitches in my mouth. He breathes in sharply, letting me know that he’s about to finish, and I let my mouth give one more hard pull as I wait in anticipation for him to fall apart.

“Fuck, Maria,” he groans as he shoots into my mouth, his hand going limp on the back of my head and falling away as he clutches the sheets.

Pulling my mouth off him, I wipe my lips and grin in satisfaction as I watch him pant, body covered in a sheen of sweat as I make my way up his body.

“You’re going to kill me one day,” he tells me, moving his hand to grab the back of my head again. He pulls my mouth forward into a searing kiss, the taste of him still on my tongue.

“We can’t have that,” I mutter against his lips as I pull away, sharing a teasing grin with him before I ask, “Did it help you relax?”

“It sure did,” he tells me, arm wrapping around me as I lay on his chest.

As much as I don’t want to ruin the newly calmed atmosphere and despite knowing that Tyler still has work he needs to finish tonight, I have to bring up my previous question.

“Tyler,” I say tentatively, crossing my fingers that the question won’t cause another spat like before.

“Yes?” he answers softly, hand absentmindedly stroking my hair.

“We have to come clean to my dad,” I say, my voice filled with finality.

Tyler takes a deep breath, and I brace myself to listen to him try to talk me out of the suggestion.

Why don’t we just wait a little longer? After the case. No, after this one. Why not wait until the end of the year, like a Christmas gift, right?

But I’m pleasantly surprised when he says, “Why don’t we set up a lunch?”

My face is immediately overtaken by a smile. As nervous as I am, I can’t continue to keep this secret from my father. I want to be with Tyler, and that means telling my dad the truth.

“Lunch sounds nice,” I answer, pressing a kiss to his bare chest as we lay there in comfortable silence, me soaking in every moment before Tyler has to get back up and resume work.

CHAPTER21

TYLER

Waking up with the feeling of Maria’s body pressed against mine is exquisite, so when that sensation is missing, I’m thrown off.

Disappointed, I sit up to find the other side of my bed empty.

I start searching for her. It takes only a moment as I quickly notice the faint light seeping out under the crack of my bathroom door.

I discover Maria hunched over the toilet, her expression reflecting absolute misery.

“Maria?” I inquire, puzzled, as I kneel down on the tiled floor beside her.

The last time I witnessed her in this state was at the Museum of Science. Although she had assured me of her well-being afterward, that doesn't appear to have been accurate.

“I'm okay,” she mumbles, though her statement is promptly disproven as her features contort just before she vomits into the toilet.

Even though the sight of vomit makes me queasy, I recognize that Maria must be feeling much worse. So, I gather her hair and rub her back, letting her know that I'm there for her.

“Let it all out,” I encourage, my heart aching at the sound of her strained gasps.

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