Page 51 of My Best Friend's CEO Dad

“At least you told the truth,” she mutters. “That’s the most important thing.”

“I lied. I manipulated you. Hell, Kayla, at least slap me.”

I wonder if there’s a chance they could make it work. Finn seems remorseful in the extreme, but he’s probably still a little drunk. Or maybe this is another layer of his scam. I’m going to have to watch him carefully.

“By the way,” I say. I know this makes me a bad man, but I can’t stop sneaking looks at my woman. My body aches sitting so close to her but not being able to touch her or even talk to her openly. “The stairs going down to the basement pool are giving us problems. Something to do with the structure, according to the caretaker. Best to avoid it for now.”

“I don’t think anybody cares about going for a nighttime swim, Dad,” Kayla says.

I’ve just lied… again. How many lies are there going to be? The thing is, I need to see my woman. I’m hungry for her. Soon, Gabriel will get a call. It’ll be time to move out, save my best friend, and save Finn’s sister. It’s time to do the right thing. Is that my excuse for planning to do the wrong thing first?

I tell Gabriel to call my cell if he hears anything, not to come and find me. Then I go to bed and wait, staring at the clock as my heart hammers and my nerves buzz. One a.m., two a.m., then I let thirty minutes pass. Finally, when the house is quiet, I walk into the hallway, moving to Maci’s door. My rod is stiff in my pants. My chest is tight with emotion.

Knocking would make too much noise, so I turn the handle slowly and push the door open. She’s sitting up in bed, a notepad in her lap, sketching something. She’s wearing shorts and a T-shirt with no bra, her thick legs on display. My body stirs even more.

“I was hoping you’d come,” she whispers.

Moving across the room, I take her hand, holding my other finger to my lips. She nods as I help her to her feet and lead her to the door. We walk down the stairs hand-in-hand, then down another set of stairs into the basement pool. I lock the door to the pool area behind me. Soft yellow mood lighting bounces off the water.

When I turn to kiss my woman, she grabs my chest, digging her nails in. I think she’s going to push me away—there’s a definite moment where she applies pressure—but then she moans and pulls herself closer to me. We sink into a hot-as-hell kiss.

Then she pushes me away. “You didn’t tell me you talked to Mom.”

I nod. “She asked me not to. She didn’t want either of us to decide for you. I’m sorry, Maci.”

She softens, trailing her fingers around my neck. “She seemed… happy for me, almost.”

“Yeah, I was surprised by that, too. I couldn’t stop thinking about you after our first time here. I knew I couldn’t tell Kayla. Hell, even telling your mom is a betrayal. I needed somebody to tell me to stop and hate me for it, but she didn’t.”

“Because she saw how much you cared,” she whispers.

“Care,” I tell her. “I want you even more now than I did then.”

“But you can’t lie to me. You can’t go behind my back.”

“I’m sorry,” I say. “I swear, nothing like that will ever happen again. I was just lost without you—broken.”

“It hasn’t changed anything, anyway,” she murmurs. “We’re still dancing on the edge.”

“I know.”

She grips the back of my neck. An exciting, dangerous glint comes into her eyes. “Then kiss me. It helps me forget.”

With a moan, I sink my hands greedily into her hips and lean down, claiming her lips with mine. She moans when I lift her up, carry her to the recliner chair, and gently set her down. Laying atop her, I grind my arousal between her legs, feeling her soppiness through the thin fabric of her shorts.

“This is still wrong,” she moans between kisses. “You know that, right?”

I kiss her with even more passion, somehow. It should be impossible to feel more need with my woman, but it’s there, burning us up.

“Yeah,” I groan, “but I’m addicted to your body. I’m hungry for it. Hungry for you. I’m starving.”

She drags her hands down from my neck, grabbing my shirt and pulling on it. I let her pull it over my head. She moans as I collapse against her again, holding the edge of the chair so I don’t put my full weight on her, but I want no space between us. Standing up, I pull her to her feet.

“What are you doing?” she whispers.

I smirk, gesturing to the pool. “It’s where this all started, after all.”

She gets a cute-as-hell look of excitement, then shrugs and pulls her shirt over her head. I’m shaking all over when her breasts spill free. There’s no bra to imprison them, just her juicy curviness on full display. The yellow mood lighting bounces off her needy nipples.

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