Page 12 of Broken Daddy

“Tell me what you want,” I mumble against her wet heat.

Gen whimpers, a jumble of nonsense spilling from her lips.

“I—I—”

“Use your words.”

Glancing up at her, I see fire in her eyes. She’s annoyed. Good.

Squeezing her thighs to pull me in tighter, she finally bites out, “I want to come.”

My dick throbs at the words. Quickly, I palm it to take the edge off, knowing it’ll be a problem for later. Now, I need to focus.

Shifting my tongue to her clit, I slowly ease two fingers into her tight opening and feel her immediately clench around me. Gen lets out a desperate whine, her fingers tightening in my hair as I crook mine to find that sweet spot.

My tongue attacks her clit with fast, jerky licks as I slowly move my fingers inside her. She has one hand back on the butcher block, lifting her hips toward me as she pants, and without warning, I suck. Hard.

One last curl of my fingers and she comes around me, thighs trembling as she lets out a long moan. I grin in satisfaction against her pussy, coaxing her orgasm further, longer.

When her legs finally go limp over my shoulders, I carefully shift them off and stand. Gen’s hands curl around the hem of her dress as she pushes it down, her cheeks a flaming pink, eyes wide and glassy.

“Okay?”

I’m trying to ignore my erection as it insistently strains against my pants. Gen just nods, biting her lip.

“Chicken parm.”

I turn away, a small smile lifting the corner of my mouth when she stutters out, “Ex-excuse me?”

“For dinner tomorrow night. Chicken parm. Maybe a nice salad.” My eyes flit to the wood surface beneath her bare ass. “Once you get your footing again, you should probably clean that up.”

Her cheeks flame even brighter as my grin turns into a smirk. Distracted from thoughts of an empty house and the temptation to work on the weekend, I stride toward the stairway, intent on taking a shower and jerking off until the insane pressure in my loins is nonexistent.

Hopefully, that little scene in the kitchen got the desire for Gen Walker out of my system.

Chapter7

Genevieve

The next few days are quiet, but the tension never leaves my shoulders. I keep expecting Nate to appear in a doorway. Or maybe to creep up behind me. Put his hands on my hips. Turn me around and—

I rid myself of the thought with a small exhale and straighten up quickly, hands curling in the dirty garden gloves.

Nathan probably doesn’t even realize it, but his gardener has planted several herbs in the flower beds. Most likely to help keep pests away, but I’m looking forward to making my own fresh herb mixes. With the scent of oregano and rosemary still strong in my nostrils, I glance up and watch Eva closely.

Someone has to—her nanny is half-asleep in a lawn chair, open book on her chest, sunglasses pushed up. A high school kid Nate found last minute, since he’s been staying later at work this week, apparently.

Pursing my lips, I look at the little girl again. Luckily, Eva seems like the type who can keep herself entertained. A side effect of having a hardworking dad, I know, because Russ and I only saw our dad on weekends.Ifwe were lucky.

At least Nathan spends time at home. And he seems to genuinely make an effort with Eva. I even caught him chasing her around the house and roaring like some kind of wild animal as she giggled the night she got back from her sleepover.

As if she can sense eyes on her, Eva looks over her shoulder, her little blond brows crinkled.

“Damn,” I mutter, already knowing what’s coming.

Cute kid. Probably has a future with the CIA, the way she interrogates people.

She stalks toward me, a mason jar in hand with some pill bugs in it. They’re forgotten momentarily in the grass as she sits down cross-legged.

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