Page 33 of Baby for my Daddy's Best Friend

“All the more reason to do this again.” I smile.

As the live shuts off, I watch her as she sits back, taking a sip out of her wine. The sun is almost setting now, and she looks so gorgeous underneath its fading glow that I can’t help but reach out and gently caress her face.

“Thank you for doing this,” she says.

“I don’t think I can say no to you.”

Perhaps it’s the adrenaline of a great session, or the intoxication of simply being around her but I lean forward and touch my lips to hers.

Quinn responds instantly. Her delicate hands trace up my sides and pull me into her.

Her kisses are soft, and I realize that anyone can see us like this.

And what shocks me the most is that I don’t care. It’s like nothing else matters in this moment but the two of us.

When she pulls back, I wrap my arm around her shoulders, keeping her close to me.

“What’s on the agenda for the day?” I murmur against her hair, which smells sweet, like her.

“Mmm, I think we’re supposed to have another wine tasting event.”

“Skip it.”

She turns to look at me, surprised. I haven’t thought it through yet, but all I know is that I want to spend more time with her.

Alone.

“I own a cottage near here,” I start, making up plans as I go. “It’s nice,quaint.You’ll like it. I want you to go there with me.”

She hesitates for a moment, and I think she is going to refuse. And I get it, she came here to work, not to spend time with an older man.

“Okay.”

I can't hold my surprised smile in. “Let me make some arrangements, and we’ll leave straight away.”

It’s been years since I’ve done anything like this. She brings out a spontaneity that I thought I’d long lost.

She’s making me feel young again, and I can’t get enough of it.

When we arrive at the cottage, it’s a bit awkward at first. She lingers in the doorway, and I’m beginning to wonder if inviting her here was the right move.

Surely, it’s past obvious that I’m more than interested. But does she feel the same way, or was she fine with this being just a one-night thing?

I push my thoughts out of my head.

“Nice place you have here.” She looks around the place.

“Thank you. You know that your endorsement is the only thing I’m after.”

Well, it’s not theonlything.

Now that we are alone, my gaze drifts over her, taking in her face, the curvature of her neck, her collarbone, and my eyes land on her plump chest.

I clear my throat and look away.

I was raised a gentleman.

“Well, you’ve definitely won it over.”

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