Page 103 of Broken Daddy

Later that night,I stop by Gen’s and bring a big greasy pizza. She laughs when she opens the door, taking the proffered bottle of red wine I hold out.

“Really?Thisis how you want the night to go? Also, you know I can’t drink wine, right?”

I shoot her a grin. “You said you were hungry. Figured you didn’t want to cook. And the wine is for me. This” – I pull out a root beer – “is for you.”

“Fair enough. And you’re right, I’m pretty drained from packing.”

It’s odd to see her apartment mostly packed up in such a short time, just when I was getting to know her space—the bits and pieces of who she is, where she came from. I feel young all over again, discovering this person I’m in love with.

“Did you tell Eva?” she asks nervously, looking over her shoulder as she shifts some boxes off the couch. “About us…dating?”

“Let me get those. And yes, I did.”

There’s a weighted pause.

“And?”

“And she asked if we can go get ice cream this weekend. But I explained to her you’re flying out Monday and will probably want to rest.”

Gen practically leaps up from where she settled on the couch, pizza box now on the table.

“What? No, I can fit ice cream in. I won’t see you guys for a month, Nate. And if she’s okay with it…”

There’s still a little nervousness there. I lean down, give her chin a light tug, drag her lips toward mine.

I’ll never get sick of kissing her.

“Of course she’s okay with it, hon. Shelovesyou.”

Gen blushes a pretty shade of pink, one that only makes me want to steal another kiss. But I’ve been trying to course correct since we made this official. Spend more time getting to know her and less between the sheets.

As tempting as the latter is…

I flip open the pizza box as Gen turns on the TV, the glow somehow making her even more beautiful.

“What time do you have to be home?” she asks worriedly, glancing at the clock. I lace our fingers together, pull our entwined hands onto my lap.

“Don’t worry about it. She’s with Chris, and you and I…we have all night.”

Okay.

So maybe I’m bad at resisting temptation.

But I’m going to get every minute I can with this woman before she jets off to take Europe by storm. After months spent in denial, I have a lot of time to make up for.

Chapter45

Genevieve

It’s one of those early fall mornings when the morning air is crisp, chilly, and the light is golden. It spills through the closed windows andshouldbe warming my body, but something—or someone—else is.

Nate’s tongue plays me like an instrument, pulling every muscle taut as my back arches from the bed.

“Oh God, right there.”

He chuckles against my clit, then buries his face in my pussy again.

A whine of disappointment slips out. He’s been edging me like this all morning and at this point, I’m not even sure I could orgasm if I wanted to. Everything feels overstimulated, oversensitive, and my thighs are exhausted from trembling around his shoulders.

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