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ANDI
My dad just stands there rooted to his spot for a few moments. I’m waiting for him to yell at Nolan to get away from his baby girl – or worse, tell both of us he never wants to see us again, but nothing.
Without a word, he turns on his heels and shuts the door. When my dad is silent, I know he’s angry, and his silence right now speaks volumes.
We’re in deep shit.
“Fuck,” Nolan hisses as he releases me and backs away. His head drops as he places his hands on his hips and sighs. “I knew this would happen eventually. I just hoped it wouldn’t be like this.”
“I should go talk to him,” I mumble, even though I know it’s a terrible idea.
It would be like poking a sleeping bear.
“And say what? ‘Sorry you saw me fucking your best friend, Pops’?”
“Well, I wouldn’t put it quite like that!” I snap. “But he needs to understand how I feel about you.”
“Christ, Andi, I’m old enough to be your father. It’s not that I’m his best friend. I’m too old for you.”
“Says who? I thought older men getting involved with younger women was a Hollywood thing.”
He groans. “Maybe we should take the night to think about this.”
I hop down from the conference table and approach him. The insides of my thighs are sticky with his seed and my leggings are shredded.
“Oh, no.” I press a finger into his chest. “I’ve been in love with you for practically my whole life. I let you do things to me no other man has done before. I let you inside me with no protection—”
“Jesus Christ! Don’t remind me,” he says, leaning his head back. “I can’t believe I didn’t think about condoms.”
“Lucky for you, I’m on the pill. But that’s not the point, Daddy.”
His head snaps and his eyes narrow, leveling me with a look that says I might have pushed him too far.
He reaches out and snags me around the waist, tugging me against him while his free hand tangles in my hair and pulls it. “Never, ever use that term as an insult against me. You don’t want to use it? Fine. I don’t need you on your knees calling me ‘Daddy’ for you to understand you belong to only me.”
His mouth crashes down onto mine, searing it with an angry kiss until he abruptly ends it, leaving me breathless and weak-kneed.
“We need to figure this thing out with your father together, because I’m in love with you too.”
Tears immediately spring to my eyes. I’ve been waiting for him to say those words for a lifetime, but now that I’ve heard them, I can’t believe this is happening.
“Then we have all night to figure – or fuck – it out,” I tease, snuggling into him.
His arms wrap around me, and he presses a kiss to the top of my head before we leave the conference room.
As it turns out, we both have similar ideas about approaching my father. Complete honesty. My father hates bullshit more than anything and can smell it a mile away. If we’re honest, we might make it to the end of the week completely unscathed.
We spent the rest of the night giving into our more carnal desires. I love that Nolan tests my boundaries of sexual pleasure and makes me feel safe. And if he pushes me too far, he’s always there to soothe the sting of his palm or the bite of his teeth.
I can’t help the worried thoughts that creep into my brain late at night, though, once we’re finally buried deep under the down comforter.
What if my father can never forgive me? Am I willing to sacrifice my relationship with him just for Nolan?
I turn and face the man sleeping peacefully beside me.
Can love conquer all?
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