Page 62 of Accidental Dad's Best Friend

“And if it takes out the wrong people?” She asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just…I’m worried about people getting hurt. I’m worried about something going wrong.”

She looks so anxious. So cute. It makes me smile and I pull her even tighter against me. “Nothing bad is going to happen, Izzy. I promise you that. I am going to go into the office after everyone else is gone tonight. I’m going to get into the system and make sure that there are no roadblocks. That way, when it’s time to plant it in a few days, it will all go smoothly. In, out, done. It will go to print the next morning, and the next time anyone sees it, him and us included, it will be on the racks. Nothing is going to get in the way and no one is going to know.”

“Are you sure?” She asks.

“One thousand percent.”

Izzy thinks that through for a second before nodding. I lean down to kiss her but she talks before my lips reach hers.

“Ethan, there’s one more thing.”

I smile and let out a frustrated sigh. “It can wait.”

“No. It really can’t, Ethan. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about it for a while now. I should have talked to you about it a long time ago if I am being honest. But I was afraid to because–”

I press my finger to her lips, stopping her words mid sentence.

“It. Can. Wait.” I say again, my words low and gruff. Then I slide my hand down her ass and grip her in my hand, hard. “But this? This cannot.”

With deep, wide, blue eyes, Izzy melts against me. I pick her up in my arms and carry her into my bedroom.

Before she can say anything at all, I lay her down and crawl on top of her. My lips meet hers and I kiss her, softly at first, then with more hunger. My tongue trails across her bottom lip before finding her own. They press together, hot and wet and electric. Izzy lets out a moan into my mouth and I pull her hard against me.

“You taste so fucking good,” I groan.

“I’m a mess. I haven’t showered since last night, I’m in a t-shirt and shorts and my hair is a disaster.”

“Are you serious right now?” I ask, pulling away to narrow my eyes at her.

“Dead serious. I am a train wreck,” she giggles.

“Sexiest goddamn trainwreck I’ve ever seen.”

She smiles and I kiss her again. My hands tangle into her hair, tugging on it and releasing all the pheromones into the room. Coconut, flowers, and a salty sweet musk that I’ve come to recognise as beingher.And speaking of that…

I crawl over her backwards and tug her shorts down. Izzy presses her hand against my scalp to stop me.

“No! I just told you I haven’t showered.”

“And I’ll tell you, I don’t give a shit. I want to taste you. I need to taste you.”

Before she can say anything else, I cover her pussy with my mouth. Her thighs clench and she moans, her wetness spilling from her like I’ve broken a valve.

God she is delicious. The more I lick, the wetter she gets. I drink her in, devouring her without shame.

“Come for me,” I command and Izzy’s back arches.

“I’m going to. You’re crazy, you know that?”

“You love it.” I grin and then I pick up the pace, swirling my tongue around her entrance before tailing back up to her clit.

“Oh, fuck!” Izzy lets out, clutching the blankets in her hands before her hips grind against me, the waves of the orgasm visibly washing over her.

I come up for air and wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist. I’m about to drop trou, to make her mine while she is still coming back to Earth. But when I stand, she stands too. Then she grabs me, placing her hands on my shoulders and pressing me back down onto the bed.

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