We still and she rests her head on my shoulder as she catches her breath. “I wish I could’ve met you sooner. I had no idea sex could feel this good.”
I run my hand over the hot flesh of her ass before I stand with my cock still inside her. “I wish the same thing.” She wraps her arms around my back, holding onto me as I carry her through the apartment to my bedroom. We need sleep. I’m sure she still has to work her other job in a few hours, and I don’t want her dead on her feet after the night we’ve had.
* * *
My alarm goes off several hours later, at the time she needed it to. To have enough time to get downstairs and get ready for her barista job. When I open my eyes, she’s not in the bed with me. I look around to find her dressed and staring at the wall of pictures facing the bed.
She glances back at me as I turn off the alarm. She’s frowning. I sit up. “What’s wrong?”
She licks her lips. “Why do you have pictures of my dad with you?”
My heart races as she confirms my suspicions. She is Paul’s daughter. I’m going to hell.
Chapter Eleven
Carissa
I watchas the blood leaves his face and he gets up from the bed, still naked, he walks over to me and points at my dad. “That’s your dad?”
I already got dressed, knowing that I would need to leave soon to go downstairs to get ready for my shift. I’m not opening today, but I’m on the mid-morning shift. When I came back into the room to wait for him to wake up so I could say bye, I noticed the pictures on the walls and decided to look at them. Wanting to get more of a look into the kind of life he’s led.
Seeing my dad among them, at various ages, more pictures of him than I’ve ever seen shocks me to my core. “How is he on your wall? You knew him? Did...” I don’t even want to say it, but I have to. “Did you know that I was his daughter?”
He pushes the messy strands of brown hair off his forehead. “I didn’t when we first met or when we slept together. But I had suspicions after seeing your full name at the police station. The fact that you had the same last name as him, and then when you said your birthday was, it added up. I didn’t want to believe it. He used to only call you Marshmallow around me, he hardly ever called you by your first name, so I could never remember what it was. After he died, Tracy wouldn’t let me see you, and the next time I found her, she didn’t have you. She didn’t tell me where she took you, and she wouldn’t tell me your name so I could hire someone to find you. I tried for a decade to find you.”
I swallow hard. I don’t know how to feel. It’s not like I grew up around him, but I have slept with one of my dad’s best friends. What does that make me? I gave my virginity to him. Why hadn’t I noticed his resemblance to the man in the photo with my dad? I look at that photo every day. I should’ve known it was him the second I saw him. My subconscious clearly knew that it was him, but I didn’t pick up on that fact because I was taken with his good looks.
I hurry past him and into the living room for my heels. “I need to go. I have work.”
He follows me and grabs his pants, putting them on. Leaving me to stare at his sexy bare chest. “Carissa, I swear I didn’t know. I’m sorry. If I had...” He trails off
I put on my heels and look at him. “You wouldn’t have slept with me?” Tears blur my vision. I don’t want to regret the time that we had together, but he’s going to make me regret it.
He shakes his head. “No, that’s not what I’m saying. I don’t think there’s any denying that the attraction between us is too great to ignore. I think I would’ve handled things differently. I don’t know. This is new for me, too. I’ve never done something like this before. If Paul hadn’t been killed, both our lives would’ve been so different. You would’ve grown up around me. I’m sure I would’ve been more like an uncle to you. This is weird.”
Yeah, yeah it is. And I’m still super attracted to him, the fact that he’s not wearing a shirt right now isn’t helping my conflicting emotions. Dad, what the hell do you think about this? Are you okay with it?
I pick up my apron off the floor and check that my phone is still in it. “I need to go. I have to get ready for the only job I have left. I’ll see you after I get off work.”
He walks toward me and touches my arm. My body wants to kiss him, but I don’t know if that’s a good idea right now. He stops himself from kissing me and rubs my arm. “Do you want me to take you? You still need to pick up your car from the Bellagio’s parking garage.”
I wince. “I can get an Uber. Will I get arrested for getting it? My keys are in my locker.”
He frowns. “I’ll get them for you today. You shouldn’t get in trouble for the garage if I go with you. It’s not inside the resort, so you should be fine.”
Taking in a deep breath, I let it out. “Okay. I have your number now, so I’ll text you when I get off.” Not having to focus on driving will give me a chance to think and sort through how I’m feeling about this.
He nods. “Okay.” He walks me to the elevator and presses the button. It takes a moment for it to get there, and he looks at me. “Please be safe. I know the Happy Bean isn’t far from here, but I’ll still worry about you. I do care about you. People can be crazy in this town. I’ve dealt with cases of drivers who have had a bad experience through services like that and passengers as well.”
I nod. “I’ll be fine.” I glance at him. It’s sweet of him to care about me. “I’ll text you when I get to work safely.”
A small smile pulls at his lips. “Thank you, I appreciate that.”
My heart thunders in my ears. I shouldn’t want to kiss him now. He was my dad’s best friend. I doubt he would’ve been okay with this. But there’s something about him that still calls to me. The last two nights have been incredible. I came so many times last night.
Before I can overthink it, I turn to him and pull him into a kiss. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me flush with his bare chest. I cup his face, running my fingers over his beard. My core warms to his touch. There’s no denying that the chemistry between us runs hot.
The doors open and I break the kiss to step back into it. I lick my lips. There’s no way I would be able to turn this into something that is a platonic relationship. This is so weird. I need to think. “I’ll text you.” I press the button for my floor and the doors close. I let out a breath as it descends.
