Page 55 of Daddy's Accidental Babies

“Is that what you were doing?” he cut in sharply, stepping toward me. “Protecting me? Is that what you tell yourself when you lie by omission?”

I blinked hard, startled by the edge in his voice. My throat tightened. “That’s different.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head once, his hands flexing open and closed at his sides. “It’s not. You kept the boys from me. You looked me in the eye for months, knowing. How is that different?”

I set my hand on the back of the couch to keep steady. The room felt smaller, like the tension between us was eating up the space. “Because I didn’t know how to tell you. Because I was scared you’d see them as an obligation instead of a gift.”

His chest rose and fell once; his stare pinned me to the wall. “You don’t get to decide that for me.”

“And you don’t get to decide what I can handle,” I said. My voice cracked at the end, and I turned away for a second, needing space, but there was no space for me. Tears welled up fast and leaked out. I swiped them away so he didn’t see me crying.

“I didn’t want to lie to you,” he said, softer now. “But I let your father convince me it was better that way. And that’s on me.”

I faced him again. “And I let fear of your reaction and what my father would say about the boys keep me in my delusion that I was better off without you…”

The fight drained from both of us like water pulled from a basin. I could feel it happening. His shoulders lowered. My arms dropped to my sides.

“Savannah,” Dominic said, stepping toward me, the anger gone. “I’m sorry—for all of it.”

Tears drained down my cheeks faster than I could blink them away. I shook my head and pressed a hand to my mouth. I didn’t want to cry anymore, but it was already happening. He reached for me slowly. I didn’t back away. His hands found my waist, and I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his chest.

“I didn’t know how to fix any of it,” I said. “I thought if I kept moving forward, the past would stay buried.”

“It never does,” he murmured. “But it’s all behind us now, and we have the chance for something really great. Don’t push me away, baby.”

We stood there wrapped in each other’s arms. The anger had burned off, but the ache remained. Nothing else was hiding in the dark between us that I knew of, and it felt good to come fully clean and have that weight off my shoulders. I knew he had to feel it too.

When I finally looked up, I didn’t need to speak. Rising up on my tiptoes, I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. His hands steadied me as my kiss became more eager.

The kiss deepened, our lips moving together as if we were picking up where we left off years ago. Dominic’s hands traveled up my back, fingers tangling in my hair, and I moaned softly into his mouth. His grip on my hips tightened, pulling me closer. There was an urgency to our movements now, an unspoken need to make up for lost time.

We stumbled through the living room and into the bedroom, tearing at each other’s clothes along the way. The weight of our secrets felt lighter now that they were out in the open, but the attraction between us was still as potent as ever. Our tongues danced together, tasting and exploring like it had been years since we’d last been together instead of just a few days.

Dominic’s hands slid under my shirt; his warmth against my skin made my lust insatiable. I shivered as he unhooked my bra, and both my bra and shirt fell to the floor with a whisper. His lips trailed down my neck, teasing my pulse points, making me arch into him. With a growl, he picked me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently before joining me.

Our mouths met again, hungry and desperate. His hands roamed my body, learning every curve as if he’d been deprived for years. I pulled at his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin against mine. He obliged, letting it pool on the floor with our other discarded clothes.

We explored each other’s bodies with renewed hunger, as if we were discovering each other all over again.

Dominic’s hand roamed my stomach, his featherlight touch making me clench. He hooked his fingers in my panties and slowly slid them down my legs, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. I kicked them off and spread my legs invitingly, ready for him. His eyes darkened with desire as he moved between my thighs, his arousal hard against my inner thigh.

“God you’re sexy,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with longing. “Can we do this every night?”

“Mmm, yes please,” I breathed, tangling my fingers in his hair as he kissed his way up the inside of my thigh. He teased me mercilessly, stopping just short of where I needed him most. I whimpered, arching my hips up, and finally he relented and flicked his tongue over my hooded nub.

His tongue circled my clit, teasing and taunting me, sending shivers of pleasure through me. I arched my back and moaned his name, my fingernails digging into the sheets beneath me. He responded by slipping a finger inside me, curling it in just the right spot. Stars exploded behind my eyelids, and I bit my lip to keep from screaming.

“Dominic,” I panted, my hips bucking against his mouth. “Please.” He chuckled against my thigh, a low rumble that sent delicious vibrations through my entire body. Slowly, he removed his finger and kissed his way up my stomach, leaving a trail of wet kisses across my skin before nipping at one nipple.

“Sit on my face,” he purred, and as he did, his hand hooked around my back and he rolled, dragging me with him.

I tried to catch my breath as Dominic rolled us over, his strong hands on my back guiding me into position. Heat bloomed in my cheeks, but I couldn’t deny the ache between my legs. Slowly, I lowered myself down, feeling his stubble against me, and when I finally made contact with his mouth, I moaned.

His tongue swirled around my entrance, sending shockwaves of pleasure up into my groin. I gripped the sheets tighter, my nails digging into fabric as he teased me mercilessly. His hands roamed up my body, cupping my breasts and squeezing gently before pinching my nipples. The sensation sent fireworks shooting through me straight to my core. I arched my back and moaned, rocking against his face in time to the rhythm of his tongue searching.

I was close, and he was pushing me toward the edge faster and faster. He added his fingers and began a delicious dance inside me, thrusting in time with his tongue. I couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh God, Dominic,” I moaned, arching my back as my orgasm crashed over me in waves, my body shuddering with pleasure.

I gripped the headboard and held on as my body convulsed and pulsed around him. He continued to lick and suck, thrusting his fingers until every last pinch of ecstasy was gone and my body began to come down. I was panting heavily, but I backed down his torso, still desperate to feel his dick slide into me.

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