Page 55 of Impossible Love

Her hands explore my sides and grip my upper back. She's pressing me closer to her, arching her back so that those magnificent tits press against my chest.

I know that if something doesn't stop us right now, it's all going to happen with us. The walls will come down. I’ll knock them down.

I'll rip those fucking jeans right off of her body and take her right here.

She spreads her legs wide, an invitation. I slide my hands down her waist, to her hips, over her thighs, and around to claim the perfect handful of ass I’ve been lusting after since the second I saw her.

I need to know what’s happening here and how far she wants to go. Somehow, I manage to pull my lips away.

“Victoria.” My whisper is desperate. Rough.

Her heavy eyelids lift a bit. I see the trance she’s in, the lust clouding her sight, maybe even her better judgment.

“Tell me what to do here, Victoria. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to kiss me. Don’t you dare stop. Kiss me, Cal.”

Oh, fuck.

“Victoria. Look at me.”

Her mouth quirks in a sultry smile. She drags her sweet little tongue over her bottom lip and bites down, like she’s tasting me. I can’t handle much more of this. I am losing my mind over this woman, losing control.

I swallow. “What are we doing here? You need to tell me what this is and what you want.”

Her eyes open a bit more, and that’s when I see it. Something I’ve never caught in her expression. Those fucking gorgeous green eyes are telling me something without words. Am I right about this?

Take me.

Rescue me.

Show me what’s possible, Cal.

“I want you, Victoria. I wanted you from the moment I first saw you.”

“I know,” she says. “I’ve wanted you, too.” She reaches up and drags a soft fingertip over my mouth, tracing my lips. “You surprise me, Cal. At every turn. I've never met a man like you.” She smiles, pressing her satiny palm to my cheek. It’s perhaps the most tender gesture I’ve ever felt.

She’s soft where I’m rough. She’s complicated but worth exploring. Victoria is the one I’ve been waiting for.

Fuck impossible. When has the impossible ever stopped a MacLaine?

I smile back. “You want more, baby?”

“Fuck yes.”

I take ownership of her. I grip her thighs and ass and pull her to me. Hard. My mouth takes her again. Harder.

Her ass begins to vibrate in my hands.

It’s her fucking phone.

She pulls away. Of course she does. She slides away on the piano bench, swings a leg over, and stands. She’s going to answer. Of course she is.

She may want more of me, but when it comes to her father, she’s on call, 24/7/365.

“Hello, Father.” She spins around to face me. Her eyes are fully open and alert now, and her gaze sweeps over me. I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees, wondering what it’s going to be this time.

No, Daddy, I’m not doing anything important…. Sure, Daddy, I’m never too busy…

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