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“Is Patty okay? Flynn has her purse here. She must have dropped it. It has her phone inside.”

“I’m here, Daddy. I’m okay,” I assure him.

“Okay.” I hear my dad blow out a breath.

“You just take it easy. We can come upstairs and talk now, but my guess is you would rather wait until morning,” Daddy suggests.

“Morning would be better,” I agree.

“Okay, sweetheart, you take care and just know that no matter what, your mom and I always love you,” he encourages.

“Thanks, Daddy, I love you guys too.”

“Thanks, Hayworth,” Daddy says.

“No problem, sir,” Evan answers and they end the call.

I slump onto the bed and lie down. “Do you want me to stay?” Evan asks.

“Yes, please,” I respond quickly.

He takes off his jacket and then his dress shirt. He’s wearing a white wifebeater underneath, and he looks too good for his own good.

He lies on the bed beside me, and he holds me. It feels nice.

“In all the scenarios I have ever conjured up in my mind about my parents finding out about Andrew and me, none of them went down like this,” I whisper.

“The truth can have weird ways of coming out, but it’s for the best. You heard your parents. They aren’t upset. They love you,” he reminds. “You’re lucky to have parents like that.”

“I know,” I agree. “I just didn’t want to feel like a disappointment to them.”

“I don’t think they would ever hold that opinion,” Evan replies, his big strong arms holding me to his chest.

“Thank you,” I exhale, leaning into him. I shift so I can turn to face him, which is a mistake. Because eye to eye his scent envelops me, along with his searing gaze. I reach up and touch his face with both palms. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t shown up when you did. He was insisting on explaining himself and I just couldn’t hear it. All I could picture was his relieved face when I told him my pregnancy wasn’t viable.”

“I’m so sorry you had to go through any of it,” Evan consoles, and he swallows hard.

I press my lips to his without thinking and, damn, it feels right. Evan stills. “A lot has happened tonight. Maybe we should wait,” he suggests, and he is such a gentleman but he’s also a genuinely good person because he is putting my needs first.

“I want this. I want you, just for tonight. Please. I need this, Evan. I need you to make love to me just this one time.”

CHAPTERTWENTY

Evan

I’ve been dreaming about her saying she wants me, but I could do without the words ‘one night.’ Still, I can’t find it in me to deny her. She is everything. As our lips collide and heat sparks through every joint and limb in my body, I know I will always want her. She kisses me with passion and heat I’ve never felt before. We go from zero to a hundred as our lips devour, our tongues tangle, and I suck her lower lip. Our bodies melt together as her legs wrap around my waist, placing my cock directly at her center. Her heat rubs against me through her pajamas and I feel like a sex-crazed man. It isn’t because I haven’t had sex in a damn long time, but because it’s with her. I reach for her top and remove it to see the breasts I’ve been ogling for the last several months. Her nipples are pert and a nice rosy color. Her breasts are full, which explains all that cleavage I’ve been taking in. I take her left breast in my hand and rub my thumb over her nipple, which causes her to rub her center against my very hard cock.

“I’ve been waiting so long for this to happen,” I admit.

“I’ve fantasized,” she says. “I didn’t think we would ever take the leap.”

“Hearing you come last night drove me crazy. I almost blew my load outside that door,” I confess as I shift above her. I remove her pants and I take in her sweet pussy. She’s got a small patch of hair down the center and my cock bobs behind my pants. Patty gets to work on my belt, then she pops the button on my pants and lowers the zipper. I’m so needy that I just shift off the bed and rip off my wifebeater and lower my pants and kick them right off.

“Holy shit,” Patty says, her mouth agape. She is staring at my cock.

“What?” I ask, looking down at my dick.

“You are freaking packing,” she observes. I stroke myself because she is watching me like she wants to fuck the hell out of me and it is making me hot.

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