Page 183 of Sweet Temptation

I unlocked the door and opened it a few inches. A couple stood outside. Maybe early fifties. Both of them were attractive and fit. Well-dressed, salon-coiffed hair. Looked like they’d just come from a country club with a severe dress code and insultingly high annual dues.

The man swept his designer sunglasses off as I opened the door wider. Before I could speak, he said, “We’re here to see Summer,” in a gruff voice. “You can tell her her father is at the front door.”

Oh… shit.

Pale-blue eyes pretty much exactly like Summer’s swept over me with a look of bowel-quaking disapproval. He had broad shoulders, a similar stature to my own. In his younger days, he might’ve given me a run for my money.

Same thing he was thinking, I was pretty sure.

Which was when I realized he assumed he was staring down a man who’d fucked his daughter last night.

Not incorrectly.

Shit, it was way too early for this. Did I have crusties in my eyes?

Had I zipped up my fly?

“Of course,” I said, clearing the morning frog from my throat and extending my hand. “I’m Ronan Sterling, Summer’s bodyguard.”

Her father’s critical demeanor shifted, his jaw unclenching as he absorbed that information.

“Oh! How lovely to meet you.” Summer’s mom took the offered hand, and my gaze shifted to her. “I’m Joanne.” She was pretty, with whitish-blonde hair, but didn’t look much like Summer. She did look like Justice, though.

I shook her hand firmly but gently. “Good to meet you, ma’am. Please, come in.”

I stepped aside to let them in, discreetly checking my fly. Zipped, thank Christ.

Since when did parents drop in on their grown-up kids, unannounced?

Since right now, apparently.

I locked the door behind them, and Summer’s father looked me up and down, with zero subtlety. Finally, he offered his hand. “Ronan, is it?”

“That’s right, sir.”

“Gunnar Sorensen,” he introduced himself. “How long have you been working for my daughter?”

“Oh, Gun,” his wife said. “Let’s get our shoes off and pause the inquisition. I’m sure Summer will fill us in.” She smiled at me, obviously accustomed to her husband’s protectiveness of their daughter.

Honestly, I didn’t mind it.

“I’d be happy to answer any questions you have about the work I’ve been doing here,” I assured them both. I held out my hand, guiding them into the living room. Thankfully, there was no party here last night, so I didn’t need to scan for abandoned bras or rubber dicks or hash pipes.

I’d found all kinds of shit in the house after Summer’s friends came by.

“I believe Summer’s still asleep,” I told them as they took a seat. “But I can go knock on her door.”

They watched me as I headed down the hall, not waiting to see what they thought of that.

When I got upstairs, I walked straight into Summer’s room and crawled over her on the bed. I licked her earlobe, then caught it in my teeth. She groaned. Her hand snaked over the sheet and up my thigh, seeking my cock. She found my balls and squeezed gently. I groaned a little myself and pressed into her hand.

She started shifting her body toward me and I whispered in her ear, “Your dad’s here.”

Summer yelped and sat up so fast she pinched my balls as she did it.

“Ouch,” I grunted, and she snatched her hand back.

“Get your junk out of my hand!” she cried, tossing the sheet off her naked body.

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