Page 41 of The Single Dad Dilemma

She sucks me in, wrapping her lips around me and I groan.

“Your mouth feels so good. Fuck, honey.”

She uses one hand at the base of my shaft to pump me as she flicks her tongue and sucks then flicks again.

“Such a good girl,” I whisper through gritted teeth. “You take my cock so well.”

My words of encouragement seem to excite her, as she quickens her pace. Each time I speak, she becomes more eager, more determined to please me.

The intensity builds and my legs begin to quiver. I can feel my release on the horizon. She’s incredible. Every touch. Every lick. Every suck.

“I’m going to come,” I warn, but she makes no move that indicates I should stop. My eyes roll back as I give myself over to the sensation. She cups my balls in her free hand, and it’s enough to send me over the edge.

I spill into her mouth, my hips jerking against her. She holds on,swallowing all of me down. The intensity of her suctions softens as she releases her grip. Fuck, that was amazing.

When she curls herself up next to me again, her head lying on my chest where it was before, I wrap my arms tightly around her.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never done that before either, because I refuse to believe you.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “Next subject.”

“Blood hasn’t returned to my brain yet,” I say. “You’ll have to wait until I have proper flow again.”

“Actually,” she says slowly. “I do think we should discuss, um, what the hell? You know? Because what the hell?”

She doesn’t have to explain what she means, not specifically. It’s pretty obvious she’s asking what the hell just happenedbetween us. Why the hell I just kicked things up fifty notches. I was never one for baby steps, though.

“Fair point,” I say, rolling her from my chest so I can lift myself onto my elbow and get a good look at her. “I suppose I owe you a bit of an explanation.”

“It would be helpful,” she says.

“The truth is, Darcy, I have been attracted to you since the moment you stepped into my office for your interview. And I didn’t say anything because I really needed a nanny. That was most important.” I pause, inhaling deeply as I let that sink in. “But god help me, I tried to remain professional. I tried to ignore what I was feeling, my attraction to you. I couldn’t afford to lose the only nanny worth a damn.”

She doesn’t say anything at first, just stares at me for what feels like a long time. It’s a moment that stretches out over the expanse of this hotel bed. She exhales, and with it, an audible sigh fills the space between us. Maybe I shouldn’t have said any of that.

“The first time I met you, I mentally undressed you and imagined coloring in your tattoos likeyour body was my own personal sexy coloring book,” she says, never breaking eye contact.

I burst with laughter, relief washing over me. I can honestly say I’ve never had a woman want to use me as a coloring book. At least none of them have said it out loud. But that’s one of the reasons I like Darcy. Over the past weeks, she’s shown me time and again that she’ll say the things others only think.

“So, I don’t want to sound too much like a girl,” she says, shifting her weight on the bed, “but was this a one-time-get-it-out-of-your-system thing? Which is fine, if so. Or is this like… the start of something?”

I study her face closely. She’s pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, something she does when she’s nervous.

“It would really be fine with you if this was a one-time whatever you called it? Meaning not to be repeated?”

“Fine is a strong word.” She smiles as she looks away.

I tilt her chin back toward me, forcing her to look at me once more. Even in the dim light of the room, she can’t hide how she truly feels. Her soft features show worry, a nervousness that’s too big to contain.

“Honey,” I whisper, gently running my fingertips over the exposed skin of her collarbone. “If I thought I might be able to bang out this attraction I have to you, if it were only a skin-deep fixation, I might’ve been able to continue controlling myself. I wouldn’t have risked our peaceful dynamic for something so superficial.”

Darcy lunges forward, capturing my mouth. She presses soft kisses to my lips and cheeks and jawline. I return the gesture, peppering her mouth and cheek, down her neck. Inhaling her scent, I bite at her clavicle.

“I don’t think we should tell Lou, though,” she says, pulling back. “Not yet. Not until we know what this is. I wouldn’t want her caught up in it if things don’t work out.”

If I have my way, that’s not going to be the case. Maybe it’s crazy to say it or even think it. Maybe I should wait a while before drawing conclusions. I can’t pretend to know how this plays out.

But I want her. I want Darcy. She’s right, Lou doesn’t need to know right now. The pressures of forming a connection with someone are already tough without kids. I’ve never done this, navigated dating and parenting. I’ve been a parent who—for a weekend here and there—hooked up with someone never to be seen again.

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