Page 55 of The Single Dad Dilemma

“Yes.”

“And you’re going to let me take care of you while you turn into a college zombie?”

I hesitate for a moment, closing my eyes. “Okay, but the second you’ve had it with me and can’t put up with my insanity anymore, you have to kick me to the curb.”

“Sure,” he says, rolling his eyes. “Cross my heart.”

Something tells me he doesn’t mean it or has a pretty high tolerance for bullshit and thinks it won’t come to that.

“Then I tentatively accept the position of your girlfriend.”

“I didn’t ask you to be my girlfriend,” he says, mouth moving closer to mine.

“Yeah, but that’s where you were going with it, right?”

“Sure, but let a guy follow his game plan.” He pouts sarcastically. “Makes him feel manly.”

“I promise to afford you many more opportunities to assert your manhood.” I press my lips together.

“Mmm,” he groans, capturing my mouth.

I kiss him hard, threading my fingers into his hair. His thumb is poised on my chin as his hand cups my jawline. He runs his tongue over mine, lapping and tasting me.

He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine. He inhales deeply.

“Now, let’s go in here, watch twenty minutes of this movie until Lou falls asleep, put her in her bed, and then I’ll fuck you until we collapse,” he whispers.

Say less, sir.“I can’t argue with that kind of plan.”

Ridge smacks my ass as I walk past him toward the door. And I really like it.

“Keep that energy for later,” I say.

Ridge laughs rather wickedly, simply nodding in response to my request. Something tells me he will have no problem delivering.

Exactly as predicted, Lou’s out cold about half an hour in, proving just how well Ridge knows his daughter.

I slip into his room while he tucks her into her bed, taking the opportunity to change into something special I brought, just for him.

A few minutes later, he pushes the door open, and I watch his mouth fall open.

“Jesus, honey,” he says, his eyes skating over me.

I picked up this new black nightgown the other day, thinking he would love it. The garment only covers to right under my ass cheeks, and the entire thing is sheer. My nipples poke throughthe thin material. It shows off the tiny matching lace panties—the only other thing I’m wearing.

“Remember when you said you’d beg, if that’s what I want?”

He shuts the door behind him and removes his shirt but leaves the pants.

“I do,” he says.

“You can do that now,” I say, placing my hands on my hips as I widen my stance.

Ridge keeps his eyes fixed on mine as he kneels down a few feet from me. And then, in possibly the sexiest display I’ve ever witnessed, he crawls to my feet. He cups my ankle with his left hand and slides his hand slowly over my calf and higher.

“Like this?” he asks.

“Yes.” I breathe heavily, never taking my eyes from his.

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