Her Dad’s Best Friend novel Chapter 49

I don’t know how long we were there, kissing like teenagers who didn’t know what to do in bed. I’m getting a little thirsty, but I don’t want to stop.

Then he pulls away first. I’m panting hard. My nipples are almost poking holes in my shirt.

“That went…further than I expected.”

He runs a hand through his hair. “I should go back to sleep.”

“I’ll stay up and watch out for assassins.”

He gives me a half grin. “Go to bed. That’s an order. Tomorrow, I’ll talk to the security team about what exactly happened tonight.”

He walks out of the kitchen. I feel like I’m being torn into two pieces.

Part of me, the sane part, just wants to keep it together for long enough to figure out a way to escape my situation.

The crazy part wants to stay with Iacopo forever. Heal his wounds. Be his woman. Take care of Lucia, his baby daughter.

I go back to my room. When my head hits the pillow, I imagine that we finished what we started.

His mouth breaks away from mine and kisses a trail down my neck. Then he’s yanking my shirt off.

“Your tits are perfect,” he says. He’s biting the soft skin. Then my bra is being taken off of me. I’m topless and on top of the kitchen counter.

I reach forward, way more bold than I’ve ever been, and undo his pants, pushing them down. His cock is hard and heavy between us. I smear his pre-come around before I begin to give him a hand job.

I wouldn’t have believed it, but I love giving him a hand job. The look on his face, the way that his mouth is opening, the backward tilt of his head. He’s shaking, and it’s all because of me.

With a groan, he spurts into my lap, which is still clothed. I don’t mind that he’s ruining my clothes, though.

I suck some of his come off of my hand.

“My turn.”

He’s finally pulling my clothes off. Now I’m naked in front of him.

He parts me with his hands so that my thighs are spread wide, wider than they’ve ever been. Then his tongue invades me while his nose hits my clit. I feel like the entire world is spinning around me. My mouth is open while I pant hard.

Then he pinches my clit. All bets are off. I yelp as I fall over the edge, quivering as he continues to push his tongue inside of me.

“You taste so good,” he says as he gets to his feet. “I want to eat you every day for the rest of my life.”

I open my eyes in my dark bedroom. I’m alone. Right now, I’m wishing that I had followed Iacopo when he went upstairs.

Chapter Thirteen