Page 21 of Daddy's Accidental Babies

His expression shifted, but I looked away before I could read it. I stared out the window again and held down the truth sitting on my tongue like a stone. If he knew, everything would change—and not just for me.

“This was supposed to be fake,” I muttered. “A strategy or therapy or rekindling a spark we had years ago.”

Dominic leaned in, his voice lower now. “Maybe I’m tired of being alone.” He shrugged and I felt him take my hand. “So we had some fling one night years ago; I know that doesn’t mean I own you, but I’m not willing to give up what I think may be a good thing, Van.”

I looked at him, and something about the way his eyes searched mine made the space between us shrink. The car turned a corner, which had me lurching closer to him. He reached out and brushed a strand of hair off my shoulder. My breath caught.

“Tell me you don’t feel it,” he said.

His hand slid behind my neck and drew me toward him with a steady pull. I should’ve stopped him. Every rational part of me screamed to push him back, to remind myself of everything I had to lose. But I didn’t want to. His mouth met mine before I could speak, and the kiss burned through every ounce of resistance I’d been clinging to.

I kissed him back.

It wasn’t strategic or soft—it was hungry and sure and absolutely scorching. I wanted him in a way that made no sensegiven everything at stake. I was torn between giving in to the woman who still wanted to be wanted, and the mother who knew what this would cost if the truth ever came out.

I should have pulled away.

But I didn’t.

Because for one stolen second, I wanted to be the woman he saw in me.

Dominic’s hand slid down my back, fingers fumbling with the zipper of my dress. Heat pooled between my thighs as I arched into him, our lips still entwined in a feverish dance. His hunger was tangible, his breath ragged against my ear as he growled, “God, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?”

The limo jerked to a stop at a red light, jolting us momentarily from our haze. Dominic pulled back just enough to meet my gaze. “We can stop,” he panted, though the way his eyes devoured me belied his words. “I don’t want to pressure you…”

“No,” I breathed, the rebel within me taking over. “I—I want you.” The words were barely a whisper, but they hung in the air between us.

I knew the risk, counted the cost, and made a calculated decision to hike up the hem of my dress and crawl over top of him anyway. It wasn’t his billions, or the fact that he could open doors for me in my career. And it definitely wasn’t because he was already the father of my children—that much was sure.

I wanted Dominic Knight because he saw me. Me—a lonely, desperate, single mom who just wanted something in life to go right and for things to get easier for a change. I wanted my heart to feel cherished and cared for, and I wanted him to be the one to do it.

So when he gripped my hips and pulled my body down hard onto his lap, I obeyed him like a soldier trained for battle.

“God, this is so wrong,” I muttered against his mouth.

“Who cares,” he breathed, “when it feels so right?”

His lips found my neck, trailing a line of fire along my collarbone as his hand slid up my thigh. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat that drowned out all rational thought. This was insane; I had a secret so big it would destroy him, for God’s sake, but the heady mix of adrenaline and desire coursing through my veins overrode any semblance of reason. I wanted this—wanted him—more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

Dominic’s hand skimmed underneath my dress, his fingers seeking out the lace of my panties. A moan escaped my lips before I could stifle it. He hooked his fingers in the delicate fabric, and with one swift motion, he tore them apart. I gasped, both with surprise and desire as he exposed me to his eyes. His hand delved lower, his fingers seeking out the center of my heat, and when he found it, I arched my back and moaned.

“You’re so wet,” he growled, his voice raw with lust.

“Yes,” I breathed. “God yes, I want you.”

His thumb started to circle my clit as his other hand fumbled with his pants, unzipping them just enough to free himself. He was hard against my thigh, hot and throbbing with need. Our heavy breathing filled the limo as he guided me to rise and lower down onto him, our bodies coming together in a desperate union.

The limousine jolted forward as the light changed, and we both moaned in unison as Dominic thrust upward, sheathing himself inside me completely. His hands gripped my hips, steadying us both as our bodies rocked together in a primal rhythm. I could feel every inch of him, all of my senses heightened by how forbidden this felt.

“Van,” he groaned, his eyes locked on mine. The passion in his gaze made my heart clench, and for a brief moment, I let myself believe that this could be real. That we could be real.

“Dominic,” I whimpered, my nails digging into the back of his neck as the pleasure built within me. My lips crushed against his again, and I whimpered when he bottomed out at the same time the car hit a pothole.

The sex was feverish and intense, our bodies practically searing the leather upholstery of the limousine. Dominic’s hips slammed against mine in a relentless rhythm; his grip on my hips was bruising but exhilarating at the same time. My nails raked down his back, leaving red welts in their wake as I arched my back and met each thrust with equal fervor.

“God, Van,” he growled into my neck, “You’re incredible.” His words were hot against my neck, reigniting the flame of hunger that lingered in my chest.

“Christ,” I breathed. I rose and fell on him, and my walls clenched around him. “Dominic,” I gasped, my voice hoarse with pleasure as he angled his hips just so, hitting the spot that always sent me over the edge. “Oh God…I’m…I’m…”

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