Page 42 of Mine To Keep (Southern Wedding)

“Well, I am lovable, and that’s normal. I’m not their daughter. I’m sure if they had a daughter, they wouldn’t like any guy. Think about it,” I say. “Would you welcome anyone in Meadow’s life?” He glares at me and growls. “Exactly, especially when you know they are going to be giving her the D.”

“Can we focus on one thing right now?” he hisses.

“I don’t know, can we?” I fold my arms over my chest. “I’m trying to tell you that you are the only one hung up over your age. No one else cares but you.”

“I’m also your boss,” he points out. “I shouldn’t be dating you. You work for me.”

“I do.” I nod my head. “And I’m not quitting either. Maybe this will, I don’t know, make you less shall we say…” I look up, trying to come up with the words, but I’ve got nothing. “Less of a dick?” I lean forward onto his chest. “But not so much of a dick that they know we are dating.”

“I don’t know if I can do that,” he admits. “I was especially nice this week.”

“I mean, I can do things on the daily to make sure you stay in the dick category.” I laugh. “But after work, you—”

“I don’t be a dick.” He laughs at himself.

“Yeah,” I confirm, “I don’t mind the dickish parts; it’s sort of hot.”

“Is it?” His hands go from my hips to my ass as he squeezes my ass cheeks, making us both moan. “How hot?”

“Well.” I lean in, nipping his jaw. “Obviously, me having an orgasm in your office showed you how hot you are.” I trail my kisses from his jaw to his cheek and then up to his ear. “I was so wet for you,” I whisper right before I suck his lobe into my mouth and then bite down on it. “You’ve been the star of my orgasms ever since.” He moans when I press myself deeper into his cock. “Do you think you can handle it?”

“Grace.” The way he says my name sends shivers up my spine. “With you, I’m in uncharted territory.”

“Good,” I reply, kissing his lips softly, “that makes two of us.” I slide my tongue into his mouth. His hands move from my ass up my top, catching the bottom of it and sliding his hand up my bare back. He gasps when he holds my neck with one hand.

“You aren’t wearing a bra?” he questions me, his eyes a deep ocean blue now.

“No.” I shake my head. “I’m home.”

“You are killing me,” he groans. “Like, this is what I get for being a dick to you.” He puts his head back on the couch and closes his eyes. “Having you right here.”

“And this is bad because?” I say, trying not to laugh at him.

He lifts his head. “It’s bad because I don’t want to rush into anything with you.”

“Is it rushing, though?” I ask, and he’s about to answer when his phone rings.

“That might be the sitter,” he says as he lifts his hips to pull the phone out of his back pocket. He keeps one hand on my hip when I try to move off him. I see the name Alexa on his screen right before he puts the phone on speaker when he answers, “Hey.”

“Hi,” Alexa answers back, and I can hear whimpering in the background. “I’m sorry to bother you, but Meadow woke up, and I can’t calm her down. She won’t stop crying.”

“Can I talk to her?” he asks, and now both of us are looking down at the phone.

“Daddy.” Her voice comes out sad. “Where are you?”

“I just had to go to the office to get something.” He smiles at me.

“I want you to come home,” she says, and I can hear her sniffle. “Can you come home?”

“Yes,” he replies, and I can’t help but fall more for him right at this moment. “I’ll be home soon.”

“I’m going to wait on the couch,” she informs him. “Bye, Daddy.”

The phone hangs up, and he drops it beside us before gripping my hip. “I’m sorry.” He apologizes to me, his voice low.

“I’m not,” I say, and his eyes fly to mine. “If you hadn’t come here, you wouldn’t have asked me out. So, I can’t be sorry for that. And I got to make out with you.” I kiss his lips before rubbing my nose with his. “Never going to be sorry for that.”

He laughs. “I’m not sorry for that either.” He kisses me, slipping his tongue into my mouth for a quick kiss. “But I’m sorry I can’t stay longer.”

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