He stops talking and gives me a long glance, and I cross my legs tightly, my clit already throbbing. “Anyway. After you left on my birthday, we ended the party and had a talk. I’ll give her a lot of what she wants in the divorce. She’ll get the lake house and our house. And she agreed to share custody.”
“Yeah. I mean, we talked to a friend of ours who’s a divorce lawyer and he’ll take care of it. Susan is happy with getting a lot of my money and assets to make up for my behavior.”
“What about Max and Charlie?” I asked. I’d seen them with Hunter and knew they loved their dad.
“They’re okay. For the past two weeks, I’ve been spending as much time with them as possible. They’re young enough not to know what’s going on. I’m staying in an Airbnb but am looking at a condo to buy.”
“I’m sorry,” I say.
His gaze searches for mine. “Are you?”
Heat coils at the pit of my stomach. Am I? What does this all mean? Is he trying to make amends by coming to see me? Fear clogs my throat. What if he says he’s sorry to me? For taking me? “I mean, I feel like I’m responsible—”
He waves me off. “It’s on me. I had a bad marriage and didn’t get out of it soon enough. Sleeping with you was the icing on the cake.”
I bite the inside of the cheek, not sure about how to take it. “Does Susan hate me?”
“She’ll get over it.”
I clear my throat. I doubt it. “Wow.” I blink. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”
“Because I needed time to get things going. To move out, find a temporary place, start the paperwork and bargaining with her. If I called you, all we would have done is fuck.”
Not a lie. Still, the truth stings a little. What if we can be good together outside the bedroom? A rush of adrenaline races through my body. Am I being hopeful or naïve? “Is that all I’m good for?”
“No,” he said, staring at me. “You’re excellent girlfriend material.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. My heart sings. “Really?”
He glides down from the couch to the carpet, and erases the distance between the two of us, until his eyes are looking at me. “Really,” he says, in that deep baritone.
Girlfriend. I haven’t been a girlfriend in a while, and the idea I’ll be able to go places with Hunter sends thrills of excitement through me. I don’t have to share him with his wife or anyone else. From now on, he’ll be mine. I look away. Is this really happening?
He hooks his finger under my chin, so I have to look at him square in the eye. A part of me softens, melts and warms. “Will you be my girlfriend, Britney?”
I tilt my head to the side. A playful grin breaks my lips apart. “Maybe I need some persuasion.”
A delicious smile spreads across his face. “That won’t be a problem.”
He sneaks his hand under my dress and removes my underwear. Then, he bunches my dress at my waist and bends his head. Still sitting on the beanie, I watch him as he eats my pussy. Well, more like devours it. He doesn’t break eye contact, the gleam in his eyes defiant and intense.
I moan, knowing I won’t be able to last long. He laps his tongue at my folds, sucking my cream, and hooks his hands under my ass to really deep dive into my cunt. “So good.”
I don’t want this moment to ever end. Soon, tendrils of pleasure swirl through me, and he intensifies his claim on me, working his tongue, grazing his teeth over my sensitive flesh. I explode, and he continues to lick me, every drop of me, greedily.
I’m still barely breathing when he takes my dress over my head. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so now I’m naked.
He stands up and picks me up in his arms. “Where’s your room?”
“The second to the right,” I say.
He carries me to my room, and within seconds, lowers me to my bed. Then, he takes off his clothes until he’s as naked as me. He strokes his hot cock, and I can’t help myself. I reach for it and put it in my mouth. He’s still standing, and I’m laying belly down on my bed, licking his massive cock.
“That’s right. You know how Daddy likes to be sucked.”
Oh, yeah, I do. I lick him from root to tip, but I don’t stop there. My tongue glides over his heavy, full balls and I can sense the stir of desire inside them. He grabs a fistful of my hair, and I know he’s about to start fucking my mouth hard. I don’t care—I welcome it.