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“So, I have to win Kiyah over? That’s easy. I’ll take her to my office and let her raid the snack basket.”
We both laughed, knowing he was right on the money about bribing my daughter with treats.
“I can assure you that’s not necessary. She asked me if you were her new daddy.”
That statement seemed to sober him up and knock the wind out of his sails. “W-when did she ask this?”
“The other night, when I took her for a ride. She said she wanted you to be her daddy because you’re nice like Rory.”
“What did you say to her?”
“I explained that you’re a family friend.”
“I see.”
“Do you see why I think we should proceed with caution? It’s one thing for Kiyah to say what she said off-handedly, but I canimagine how jarring it might be for her to see it. I’m open to exploring whatever this is between us, but—”
“Kiyah can’t find out about us,” he interrupted.
“We should be business as usual in front of the kids.”
“I can do that. Anything else?”
Heat bloomed in my cheeks, and they threatened to melt right off my face onto the plush black rug beneath my feet.
“I-I’ve only been with Rory—no one else,” I admitted sheepishly.
Jonathan nodded in acknowledgment.
“Sounds like I have some big shoes to fill.”
And do!
“Are you sure you want this, Kierra? I don’t want to do this if you’ll regret it.”
I nodded and approached the bed, wedging myself between his spread thighs. “I won’t regret it because I know you’d receive the Rory stamp of approval.”
“You think so?” he murmured as the fabric of my dress eased down past my hardened nipples.
“I know so,” I whispered, shimmying the dress down my body until it rested in a pool around my ankles, leaving me in my thong. “What’s not to like?” I asked, kicking away the fabric. I sucked in a breath at the sight of his dick print in his pants.
That rumor about skinny dudes? True as fuck. That’s where all the fucking weight goes.
He roved his eyes over my body hungrily from his relaxed position on the bed. “Spin for me,” he demanded. My eyebrows shot to the top of my forehead, but the stern expression on his face told me there was no room for arguments.
Not that I want to. I’ll spin like fucking Sailor Moon if he wants. Moon prism power and all that shit.
I spun slowly, letting him take me all in before facing him again. My brows knitted together at his blank expression.
I don’t get what’s happening. He doesn’t seem impressed. I’m not one to be vain, but I think I look pretty fucking good—good enough to get a reaction out of a man.
My mouth dropped when he climbed to his feet and walked away. I turned my head over my shoulder and watched him enter his closet. “Jonathan?”
“I think you’re wrong, Kierra,” he called out from his closet.
“About what?”
“I don’t think Rory would approve of me at all.”
