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I explode at his dirty words, needing…no…craving…wanting everything he just described.

“Please, Daddy,” I wail as tears leak from my eyes. “Please do it.”

He follows me over the edge, shouting his release and catching me as I collapse.

I’ve never experienced anything so passionate in my life as Cort keeps thrusting slowly. There’s a gentleness in each stroke that inflames my emotions, and I begin sobbing in his arms.

CHAPTER 8

Cort

Evan went with Tyler to his hockey practice, which has left me with the evening open to spend all the time I want with Darling. Having her break down after our tryst in her salon wasn’t how I imagined the start of our evening. But the more I get to know the woman, the more I realize she has layers of herself hidden from the rest of the world.

It makes me wonder just how many people truly know her.

“Popcorn with icing drizzled on top,” I say, handing the bowl to Darling. She giggles when I swoop down to scoop her up in my arms so that she sits on top of me. “What are we watching?”

“Bones.” She grins. “It’s kind of my comfort show.” She turns shy as embarrassment reddens her cheeks.

“I admit, I’ve never seen it, but if you like it, I will too.” Two episodes later, I’m wondering what the hell I’ve gotten myself into, but all the death and decay seem to relax her, so it’s the only thing I care about.

I hear, “Dad, you should have seen Ty tonight. He was the fastest guy on the ice!” and Evan bounces into the living room. “Oh, hey, Darling.” His eyes fixate on the TV. “Are we watching Bones?” He drops onto the sofa beside us and digs into the popcorn left in the bowl.

“Grabbing a shower,” Tyler calls out. “Hey, Darling!”

She seems slightly startled by how cavalier the boys are with her being here.

“They really don’t mind.” It’s like she says it more to herself than me, because when I glance down at her face, there’s a sadness there that wasn’t before.

“Hey.” I nudge her chin up with a fingertip. “What’s going on?”

“I ripped off the band-aid,” she says. I’m still confused, and she must notice it on my face. “I told Dad about us this morning.”

“And it didn’t go well.” I don’t need to ask; I can tell from her dejected tone that it didn’t. “He loves you. He just wants to protect you.”

“I guess,” she murmurs, resting her head on my chest. “I’ve just never had him so disappointed in me before.”

I don’t say anything as I stand with her in my arms and start to leave. At Evan’s “’night,” Darling buries her face in my neck while my son chuckles.

We enter my bedroom, and I close the door and plop Darling on the bed. Her bag is in the corner, and she gets up to go for it before I can stop her.

“I don’t want to talk about it. Not tonight. Not when I feel like I’m finally getting the life I want. I’ve lived in the dark for so long, I just want the sunshine.” She stands up and holds something behind her back, hiding it from me.

“Fine, but I’ll only accept this I don’t want to talk now bullshit for so fucking long. You have too many secrets from me.” Raising a brow, I nod towards her hands, making my point.

Chewing on her lip, Darling slowly walks towards me, her hips swaying seductively from side to side. “Could I have control tonight?”

“Control.” I moan out the word. “Yeah, babe, you can have control.” She flashes a blinding smile as she jumps a little with her excitement. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Close your eyes.” Her voice has softened with pleasure.

I hear her moving around before her hands come to my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and dragging it down my arms. “Don’t move,” she warns. The warmth of her words caresses my bare chest.

Christ, this is like torture. Unable to see her, I want to reach out and touch her, but I’m doing my best to make sure Darling gets what she wants.

“You know how hard this is for me?” I grunt as she tackles the belt on my jeans.

I feel her lean into my body, rubbing against me. “I know how hard you are, Daddy.” She grips my dick over the denim and squeezes like she’s trying to milk me.

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