Page 7 of Accidental Dad's Best Friend

“About you. About us.”

Us. Us. Us.

The words bounce around in my brain like a ping pong ball because I can’t believe Ethan is saying it to me. About me.Us.

“I know you are a good girl,” he breathes into my neck. “And no one will ever find out about this. So tell me, Izzy, what do you want? I can give you anything you want.”

I pull back just enough to trail my eyes from his lips to the hard swell in his slacks. Then I reach for the first button on his shirt and undo it. Ethan waits, his breath hot on my face, warm with sweet bourbon and sweat, as I undo his shirt one polished button at a time. Once his torso is exposed in all its glory, I run my finger tips from his collarbone all the way down. His pecks are solid and defined and below that I swear to God he has two, four, six, yep—eightwashboard abs.

Ethan exhales gruffly at my touch and I look up at him again, my eyes meeting his. They’re a steely blue, intense and sharp and mysterious but they also make no mistake about what they want.Me.

With that, Ethan runs his hands inside the drooped shoulders of my dress and tugs it down. With one smoothmotion it drops to the floor and I am standing in front of him in my bra and panties.

Instinctively, his jaw pops open as his eyes trace down my exposed body. And instinctively I cross my arms over my stomach.

“No, no baby girl. Let me see you. All of you,” Ethan drops to his knees in front of me. “I want to see every…” he kisses my breasts. “Single…” my stomach. “Gorgeous…” my hips. “Inch of you.”

There is so much heat rushing to my thighs at the touch of his mouth that my legs are practically trembling. Ethan clasps my ass in his hands and tugs me closed. “I know you are a good girl, Izzy. But right now, you are my good girl. And I want you to be dirty. So tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I say.

But Ethan’s gaze burns a trail up to my eyes and holds it. “You want me to what? Tell me what you want me to do to you, baby girl.”

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Dirtier,” he grits out.

And I match his tone. This is wild. Beyond wild. Yes, I’ve thought about it but I never thought it would happen. Could happen. I still don’t know if we should. But I will be damned if I let it end now, not with it going exactly the way I’ve always fantasized.

“I want you to go down on me.”

Ethan groans before his lips pull into a grin. “Good girl.”

And with that, he grabs my thigh and drapes it over his shoulder. The height difference, even when he’s on his knees in front of me, has me on my tippy-toe with the other foot but he’s strong and I’m not going anywhere. Ethan sees to that. He runs a finger down the length of me, softly, teasingly, then back up and I shudder.

“Oh you like that?” He asks with amusement in his voice.

“Yes,” I whisper.

“How about this? Do you like this?” He uses the tip of his finger to draw circles around the top of my clit with just enough pressure to make me whimper.

“Yes.” I say again.

Then he hooks his finger inside the crotch of my panties and tugs them aside and I am thanking the heavens I shaved this morning. Ethan runs his tongue over me the same way he just did with his finger and I nearly fall backwards.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, tugging me against him hard. As his mouth covers me, I need something to hang onto. I run my hands along his scalp, taking his wavy hair in my fists.

Ethan’s tongue flicks and swirls around my clit fast, then slow, never keeping a steady rhythm, never allowing me to get too close to the edge. My legs continue to shake at the ebb and flow of pleasure, at the teasing of the ecstasy to come.

Just when I think I can’t handle any more, just when I think I might come, Ethan stops. Then he takes his middle finger and thrusts it deep inside of me.

“Oh fuck!” I cry out and immediately slap my hand over my own mouth.

“Oh. Did somebody find your g-spot?”

“No one…has ever…” The words stagger from my mouth as I struggle to form thoughts.

“No one has ever what? Done this?”

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