Page 18 of Accidental Irish Daddy

“Evening, Mo storin,” she says.

I walk all the way in and kiss her on the forehead.

She smiles and closes her eyes as she leans onto her pillows. She looks exhausted, so I just leave her to fall asleep and close the door behind me. This couldn’t have worked out better.

I rush into my room and change from into casual shirt and slacks. I run my fingers through my hair to catch any strays, and I give myself a final look in the mirror, then head to the hotel.

As I’m waiting in the private suite, there’s a knock on my door. She’s here.

Siobhan stands at the entrance, and as requested, is wearing very little – a black miniskirt and shiny, low-cut top. Just seeing her tanned body and her long blonde hair makes me want to rip her clothes off right there. Instead, however, I take her hand and walk her inside.

“You look delicious,” I remark, checking out her ass as she walks into the foyer.

“Thank you.” She smiles. I take two steps in, and she walks up to me, kissing me soundly on the lips. “Let’s not waste any time, hmm?”

Her lips glue to mine as she starts walking backward toward the living room, taking off her shirt and tossing it across the room. Braless, tan, and beautiful, she continues walking slowly, leading me after her.

I follow, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her again, my hands moving to her breasts.

She pushes me down to the couch and kneels before me, unbuttoning my belt buckle.

I lean back, closing my eyes as she takes out my cock and starts sucking eagerly. It feels great. As good as it’s ever been…

And my mind shows me a movie I’m not ready for. Aisling’s hair is falling down her back as she is straddling me. When she bends forward, her sweet-smelling red hair is in my face, one of her perfect breasts in my hand, the other in my mouth. She’s moaning my name softly…

I open my eyes immediately, pushing the image away. I look down at Siobhan’s bobbing blonde head, trying to focus on her instead of the fantasy in my mind.

I don’t know where that came from or why I started thinking of her. I’ve never needed to fantasize before now. Siobhan in all her bleach-blonde beauty is usually enough.

She looks up at me with those blue eyes of hers, watching to see if I’m enjoying myself.

I am, or at least I’m trying. I take her head in my hands, running my fingers through her hair. It’s a little stiff, like she used too much hairspray. That makes sense. It never looks as soft and effortless as Aisling’s hair does.

I could almost bet that her hair would feel like silk in my hands…

And why wasn’t she home when I got there? Not that I was expecting her to be, but sometimes, she lingers. I guess to make sure I’m here so Ma won’t be left alone.

I wish she wouldn’t do that. I know she has responsibilities with Bridget—

“Um, Grant?”

I look down. Siobhan’s not sucking me off anymore…and for good reason. My nine-inch friend has gone soft as she’s still gripping my shaft with both hands.

“Sorry, love,” I say, sitting up. “Keep going. I’ll get it up again.”

She takes me in her hands and starts again, working me with her hands before taking me in her mouth again.

I watch her, trying to get turned on by the sight of her mouth on me…but it’s not working. I keep thinking about Aisling…

She stops again and sighs, sitting back on her heels. “It’s all right,” she says. “It happens to every fella once in a while.”

“Not to me, it doesn’t,” I frown. “I think you’d better go. I don’t appear to be in the mood.”

She gives me an offended pout, but I don’t really care. This was a nice idea, but it’s clearly not going to happen.

Siobhan gets up and grabs her shirt. “Next time, don’t call me if you’re not ready for me,” she says as she goes.

This…this is a problem.

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