Page 22 of A Father's Bliss

“Hmm. And that’s what makes this so much fun,.” he says, closing the gap between us before gliding a finger through a lock of my hair. “We’re also past due for an important conversation.”

My lashes flutter when the tip of his finger coasts along my collar bone. “What’s that?”

His hand drops and a seriousness I haven’t seen since his office steals his expression. “My bill of health. We should have discussed this before.”

“Ah. Yeah. I guess I got carried away.”

Marcus shakes his head. “I let you. But I want you to know it’s been four years, and I have a clean?—”

“Four years since what?” He levels me with a look I think I’m supposed to read as ‘isn’t it obvious’ but I don’t quite understand. I mean, there’snoway. “Why so long?”

He shrugs one shoulder. “I’ve been busy.”

“Too busy?”

He taps my nose once, setting the bag down next to the tackle box he left out here earlier. “Who knew you were such a well practiced parrot?”

“I’m just saying…that’s a long time for someone to go without sex.”

“Is it absurd to consider that I had much more pressing things occupying my time? Work, hobbies, finding out I could only get off to my strawberry blonde coworker who was dating my son.” He moves his hand to my waist and traces the band on my skirt. I shiver, my eyes following the movement before he speaks again. “That I would only get hard when I thought of bending her over my desk and fucking that son from her memory. Making her realize she picked the wrong Debois.”

I swallow, my breathing suddenly shallow even being surrounded by fresh air. My next string of words are a confession I’ve held on for too long, it slips out as if it’s been waiting for this exact moment to be set free.

“I already knew I picked the wrong one. I only dated him because he was the substitute for who I really wanted. And also…” I trail off, considering if I should even admit the next part. But I do. Because deep down, I want him to know. “I also hoped it would give me an idea of what it’d be like to date you.”

Marcus’s finger pauses, his dark eyes boring straight into my fucking soul. I’m not sure what he’s looking for, or if he finds it, but the next thing I know I’m being whirled around, my back slammed against his front.

With one hand, he grips the bottom of my cami, and in another breath, takes it over my head, assisted by me lifting myarms without a second thought. After discarding it to the deck, he grabs the fishing pole from the chair where we’d left it earlier and hands it to me. As soon as I take it, he sits down, and tugs me into his lap.

A laugh bubbles from my throat but I quickly swallow it when Marcus pushes my legs on either side of his. It leaves me wide open, my pussy completely bare to the world in front us of. Luckily that world consists of a vast lake, and a thick tree line. The city is about a mile behind us, and we’re completely alone, only accompanied by a blanket of stars and serene water.

“Throw the line over.” His voice is a command. “I already re-baited it.”

I start to shift to look at him but he widens his legs and in turn, stretches me out further. His hands find my thighs before he drags his fingers up, stopping at the apex.

Sucking in a breath, I wait to see what he’ll do next, every nerve ending on high alert. But then, he simply drops his hands, and my stomach falls with it.

“Are you going to make me ask twice?”

“Maybe.” A little disappointment slipping into my tone. “You didn’t say pretty please.”

He huffs, gripping either side of my hips and sliding me halfway down his thighs and closer to the railing. “How about with a cherry on top?”

This makes me laugh. “I’m more of a kiwi girl, actually.”

“Of course you are.” The sound of ripping foil causes goosebumps to pebble my skin. “Well, in that case?—”

“Not to come off too strong but…” I toss the line over. “I’d love to feel you. I mean, we already, you know, so…”

I trail off, a foreign shyness stealing me words. I’ve actually never had sex without protection, but for some reason—some dirty, fantasy driven reason—I want to feelallof him.

“Are you on contraceptives?”

I nod, my heart suddenly fluttering. “Yes.”

Something, presumably the condom, drops into the paper bag Marcus brought out. Then I’m slightly jostled as the telling sounds of his belt unclasping and zipper opening. I wait patiently, my skin prickling with awareness while the anticipation makes my breathing too shallow. Even though I came less than ten minutes ago, I’m wanton all over again, the desire to have so much more causes a tremble to skitter through my core and pussy clench around nothing.

“I’m going to lift you.” His large hands find my hips. “Then, after I sink into you, you will not move.”

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