Page 77 of Broken Daddy

Gen goes still. Not in a bad way, though, and I’m no longer afraid she doesn’t want this, because I remember the last time we kissed. How she melted against me, her lush body pressing against my chest.

Slotting my mouth over hers, I suck her bottom lip between my teeth and bite gently. Gen lets out a whimper. For the first time in weeks, my body responds to something other than stress and exhaustion.

With my other hand, I reach out and firmly pull the stool closer to mine, so her body is facing me. Widening my legs, I tug Gen into the space and deepen the kiss, tongue dipping out to lick her bitten lip. She breathes a breathy sigh and arches her back, breasts flush against me now that there’s no room between us.

It gets hot and heavy fast. It’s like I’m a teenager all over again, hands roaming her body and squeezing her lush thighs and the swell of her breasts. They’re perfect, already filling out with the pregnancy, sumptuous and filling my large hands perfectly.

Just as I slip a hand beneath her shirt and graze bare skin, Brutusharrumphsfrom the rug near the back door.

We break apart, Gen looking over her shoulder as I level a glare at the dog.

His big brown eyes are totally innocent. He has no idea what he interrupted. But Gen is smiling and laughing quietly, her head dropping to my shoulder.

“This is a bad idea,” she whispers. My heart sinks, she’s going to put an end to it. Insist we stay just friends. Or, worse, employer and employee. “We shouldn’t be doing this where…” She nods back toward the dog. “And with Eva upstairs.”

Is that her only reservation? She’s right. With a newfound eagerness, I stand and hold out a hand.

“We can go somewhere more private.”

A shiver goes through her at the sound of my voice and I know I have her. Her eyes are locked on mine.

She can’t say no to this, just as much as I can’t. There’s no denying the pull between us.

Gen takes my hand and I pull her toward the hallway that leads to my office. We’re a mess, kissing as soon as we hit the shadows, my back and shoulders bouncing off the walls as Gen laughs against my lips and tries to steady us.

“Mmm.” I squeeze her ass. She’s been wearing baggy jeans, probably because her waist is starting to thicken a little bit. But I love it; I could worship her body every second of every day if I didn’t have any responsibilities.

The office door creaks quietly as we stumble inside.

“Eva,” Gen gasps.

“She’s on her tablet,” I reassure her, having heard the sounds of my daughter’s favorite show earlier. “Won’t even know we’re gone.”

“The pasta’s going to get cold.”

But Gen doesn’t stop me when we reach the desk and I turn her around to face it. Pressing her up against the edge, I reach around and flick open the button of her jeans. It’s easy to delve a hand inside, ghost over the cotton panties, find her clit. Working her slowly and deliberately, I soak in the sound of every moan she makes.

I wrap my free hand around her throat, just at her jaw. Not tightly, just enough to steady her. My hips press into hers to bend her forward until her ass grinds against my already throbbing cock.

“Yes, baby. Just like that.”

The praise comes out in a whisper. Gen’s hips roll against my hand as I rub firmly and slowly, not giving in to the temptation to make this hard and fast. I want to. More than anything, I want to have her right here, just like this, pound into her until I find my release after weeks of pent-up desire.

I want her, I want her, I want her.

It’s like a mantra, flooding my mind as I undo the zipper of her pants and yank down. Her ass jiggles as she gasps. “Nathan!”

“Tell me how you want to come,” I murmur. Slowly, I pull her shirt up her waist, lifting it just enough to sit at her breasts. The cool air coming through the open windows grazes the undersides of her breasts and she shivers, pressing her hips back again. I thrust against her.

“I—I want to come like this,” she pleads. “I want to come like this on your cock.”

Those words somehow get me even more hard. All the blood and reason rushes from my brain. Yanking her sports bra up over the tops of her breasts, I roll and pinch a nipple with my left hand, undoing my pants with the other.

It’s late enough in the afternoon that the sun is on the other side of the house. But enough light pours in to blur the edges of her body beautifully. I was right, she’s thickening a little, her hips and waist full, her ass plush as I squeeze a cheek impulsively.

“Are you wet for me?”

Gen moans in response. She reaches a hand around and grips my now bare thigh. Taking myself in hand, I rub the head of my cock against her cotton panties. With an impatient whimper, Gen pulls her underwear down and tugs my hand back, situating it between her legs. My eyes close at the feel of how wet she is. She’s practically dripping as I work my fingers between her folds, collecting the slickness to tease her clit.

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