Page 82 of The Single Dad Project

He covered her mouth once more and walked her backward to the bed. When the backs of her legs hit the mattress, he bent and rearranged her on top of the covers. Then tore his clothes from his body, anxious to feel her smooth skin next to his. Feel that slim, curvy body pressed to his.

Be buried inside that hot, tight flesh between her thighs.

He climbed onto the bed, in between her spread thighs. Glistening, swollen flesh greeted him, and he couldn’t resist dipping between her folds, gathering the evidence of her desire on his finger. Her soft gasp punctuated the silence, and he slid his finger between his lips, savoring the taste of her.

She stared at him as he sucked her clean from his skin, eyes glazed, lips swollen from not just his kiss but his cock. Brutal desire lanced him, and he slapped his hands on either side of her head. And with his gaze locked with hers, he slid deep inside her.

Twin groans rose from both of them.

She curled her arms around his neck, clinging to him, her smaller frame shivering beneath him, her pussy spasming around his cock. He fought the urge to thrust inside her like a wild thing. Grinding his teeth, he held still, letting her become accustomed to his possession. Again.

It was torture. And the utmost pleasure. She branded him. Claimed him. And in this moment, he felt...complete.

“Let me know when you’re ready, queen.” He continued to hold still above her and vowed to stay right there. Even if the effort, the ecstasy of being buried inside her, killed him.

And hell, it just might.

Bending his head, he took her mouth, kissed her for several long moments. Her slick feminine muscles rippled around his length, and soon she shifted restlessly beneath him, silently pleading for him to move.

Then she whispered, “Move.”

Groaning with a wealth of gratitude and relief, he withdrew until only the tip of him remained inside then thrust, burying his entire length. She cried out, lifting her legs and locking them around his waist, her feet riding just above his ass. He rode her hard, and the erotic sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room. His moans and her soft whimpers provided the accompanying soundtrack.

A cry tore from her, and he slammed his mouth over hers once more to stifle the sound. Her sex clamped down on him, milking his cock, hauling him to the precipice to fall after her. Gritting his teeth, he continued to stroke and thrust through her orgasm, grinding the base of his dick against her clit. Before he gave in to this pleasure that clawed at him, he’d make sure she claimed every second of hers.

Only when the shudders wracking her body started to subside did he let go. He pistoned into her again and again. But on that fourth stroke, he came, release slamming into him like a sledgehammer. Ecstasy tore through him, robbing him of breath, and he gave her his muted roar. She took his as he’d taken her scream.

And as he completely surrendered to the pleasure, toher, he couldn’t find room for regret.

Maybe tomorrow.

But not now in her arms and body.

“ISHOULD’VELEFTlast night or early this morning,” Flo muttered.

Adam flipped the pancakes before glancing over his shoulder at her and smiling at her disgruntled expression. Her slight frown and pout didn’t conceal the discomfort in her eyes, though.

Aside from the puffiness of her mouth and the faint smudges under her eyes from a night spent with more sex than sleep, she looked fine. Mostlynotlike she’d spent most of the night having more sex than sleep.

And that was her worry.

“C’mere.” He beckoned her close with a curl of his fingers, and given this was Flo, there stood a chance she would resist purely on the basis of being ordered. But it just showed the level of her nerves that she crossed the kitchen and approached him. Twisting the flames off from under the pan, he reached for her. “It’s fine.You’refine,” he murmured against the top of her head, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“I just don’t want Jussy to be confused or uncomfortable in her own house. I mean, I don’t know how she would take me...” She waved her fingers back and forth between them. “Staying over,” she finished softly.

That her first concern was his daughter’s comfort and welfare squeezed the hell out of his chest, almost to the point of pain. He pulled her closer, tighter, and just held her. And locked his jaw, forcibly trapping the words that wanted to tumble free.

You’re so fucking special.

Stay.

And not just for Jussy, but for me.

“Jussy will just assume you arrived this morning like you do when we have to work. Hell, she’s happier to see you than me.” He leaned back, cupping her face. “Stay for breakfast, Flo,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Stay.”

A breath shuddered out, whispering across his mouth.

“Okay. I’ll stay.”

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