Page 57 of Accidental Irish Daddy

“Oh, Grant…” She gasps my name, and I can’t hold it back any longer.

Neither can she.

Her gasps turn into shuddery moans as her eyes roll up and she starts to climax.

Watching her heaving breasts, sweat trickling down the center…

“Fuck…” I mutter as I come inside her. I grip her hips and thrust hard, riding this orgasm all the way to the end.

When it’s over and my body is vibrating, she collapses on my chest. Her sweet-smelling hair in my face and her heart beating hard with mine.

I hold her to me, and still inside her, I move my hips slowly to enjoy just a little more of her body.

She kisses me deeply, and I feel it in my soul.

Words float into my mind and almost out of my mouth.

I love you, Aisling…

I bite my lip to stop myself from speaking. I could go another round. Hell, with Aisling I could go all night.

I have to stop. I can’t let things go on this way…

She’s taken my heart. And God help me, I want her to have it. The nights when I’m in here with her, we fuck until we’re bothexhausted. By morning light, we’re waking up in each other’s arms.

It’s like we’re practicing for some time when this could be real…

I pat her on the shoulder and say, “Move over.”

She looks up at me, then rolls over onto the bed. I get up and grab my underwear. Without another word, I walk out of the room, going back into my bedroom.

It feels so cold in my room without her here. Is this what it will be like when she finally leaves?

I pace the floor, unable to come to terms with it.

The thought of being without her…

How could I ever have agreed to this?

A soft knock sounds on my door. I turn to see Aisling standing in the open doorway. She’s wearing one of my dress shirts. It’s too large for her, coming down to her knees almost.

She looks gorgeous. Mine.

Fuck.

“Hey,” she says softly. “Are you all right? You left a little suddenly.”

“I’ve got a long day at work tomorrow,” I respond coldly, turning away from her. “I need to sleep in my own bed tonight if I’m to get a proper night’s rest.”

She doesn’t respond. I’m afraid to look at her, but I do anyway. Those emerald eyes are large and imploring.

“That’s it? That’s all?”

“Why would there be anything else?” I say. “I mean, there’s a reason I have my own room.”

She nods, then says, “Right, of course. I’ll see you in the morning, then.”

She turns and walks away, closing the door behind her.

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