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It was so cheesy, a line I recognized from a movie, although I couldn't place which one, but in my orgasm-addled brain, it was the sexiest, sweetest thing anybody had ever said to me. My hips pushed out to meet his cock, taking him even deeper as pleasure rocked my core. Our bodies were so connected I knew the exact moment he started to come, and I came at the same time. We cried out together as his hands left my hair and took mine, entwining our fingers together, only deepening our physical connection.
"Daddy!" I screamed.
"Baby girl." His feral moan mingled with my cry of sweet agony. I couldn't tell where I stopped and he began. He collapsed on top of me, our chests heaving in unison as we shuddered out the last remnants of our mutual releases.
At some point in our post-orgasmic haze, he rolled off me, and we managed to flip our bodies around until our heads were on the pillows. Well, his was. My head was on his chest. His muscled physique didn't make for a very comfy pillow, but I didn't care. Breathing deeply, I inhaled his musky, post-orgasm scent.
"Are you hungry yet?" he asked. Like a typical man, his brain went straight from sex to food.
I rolled my eyes, but my stomach rumbled, and I realized I'd managed to work up quite an appetite in a short time. "I could eat," I admitted. "If I could move."
He chuckled in response and we both fell silent for a while, staring at the ceiling, too drained for conversation
"That was amazing." His words came out rushed and full of awe when he finally spoke. "But when we're together, it always is, isn't it?"
"Always," I agreed. And therein lies the problem.
Chapter Twelve
Jasmine
The cheesecake never made it out of the car and we never made it out of the bed.
In the morning when I awoke with the covers tossed to the floor, my head pressed against his lower belly, my eyes popping open to stare down his morning wood, I was filled with regret. My head pounded like I was nursing a massive hangover, even though I’d only had one glass of wine with dinner.
Beneath me, Bain stirred, resting his hand against the base of my neck in a move that was somehow overtly sexual.
Moaning, I rolled out from beneath his grasp and jumped to my feet. The dopamine and adrenaline rush that had fueled my wanton behavior was gone, and I couldn't believe that after all my careful planning and best intentions, I'd spent the night in bed with Augustus Weston Bainbridge the Third for the third time in my thirty-three years of life.
In my head I used his full name as a layer of armor to remind myself that no matter how many delicious things he did to my body, and no matter how many times my pussy tried to prove otherwise, he wasn't the man for me. Bain was here for a good time, not a long time, and with three kids I couldn't afford to fall for a man like that.
"Mmm," he murmured, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on his elbow to watch me dress.
I pulled on the clothes I'd worn the night before just to have something covering my body. Being naked beside him had felt like nothing the night before, but now I felt vulnerable, exposed and dirty."
Bain was oblivious. "Breakfast?" he offered. "I could order in."
My stomach growled, and the idea of not having to cook for myself tempted me, but I couldn't do that. I couldn't share yet another meal with this man and manage to get away with my heart in one piece. I could already feel it breaking in my chest as I looked at him.
Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I was relieved that we'd slept in. Gia would be bringing the kids back soon, giving me the perfect excuse to push him out the door. "Can't." I nodded toward the red lit numbers. "It's practically lunch time."
"Damn," he murmured, pulling himself to a sitting position as he gathered the sheets around his lower body as if I hadn't woken up with his cock in my face after having it in all three of my holes the night before. "I can't remember the last time I slept in this late."
"Right?" I agreed, hanging on to the small talk between us, hyper-aware that it would be one of the last times I heard his voice. "Anyway, it was fun. But you have to go. Gia will be bringing the kids soon."
"Right. The kids." He jumped to his feet and let the sheet drop as he gathered his boxers and jeans, pulling them over his thick thighs. I felt bereft when he found his sweater and pulled it over his head and those abs, oh, those abs, disappeared from my view forever.
His feet slid into the loafers. My cheek burned when he pressed a kiss against my jawline. "I could come over later. Bring dinner so you won't have to cook?"
"I think Gia wanted us to have dinner over there tonight," I lied.
"Okay, well, call me later. Thanks for dinner," he called with a wink as he walked out the door.
I waited until I heard his car door slam and the rumble of an expensive torqued up engine revving to life. I listened for the squeal of his breaks and the telltale sound of gravel under his tires. When I knew for sure he was gone, I took a deep breath, grabbed my phone off the nightstand, and made the call I knew I had no choice but to make.
Bain
"Hello, hello!" I was in a great mood when I entered the office on Monday morning for our monthly meeting.
