Page 59 of Forbidden Confessions: Vol. 2
Oh, thank fuck. I’m not the only one whose heart is totally snared. “Good. We’re going to do something about that.”
She frowns. “Isn’t that what we just did?”
“Besides sex. I’ll move in here if you want, but after what happened yesterday, I’m thinking it’s safer if you move in with me.”
Vanessa looks stunned. “Move in? Really?”
Why is that such a surprise? “Really. Do you want to keep living apart when we could be together all the time?”
It only takes her a few seconds to decide. “No. But Kitty Pie?—”
“She makes you happy. Bring her.”
She smiles brightly. “All right. I will. I just hope you don’t have leather furniture.”
I do, but I’m not attached to it the way I am to Vanessa. “We’ll figure it out. Let’s get cleaned up, grab some breakfast, then get you packed.”
“T-today? You want me to move in, like, in the next few hours?”
“Why wait?”
Vanessa pauses, then nods. “You’re right.”
“I’ll start the shower.”
“I need to make a phone call, then I’ll be right there.”
Reluctantly, I pull away from her body, leaving the sanctuary of her sweet, cozy pussy. Then I drop a kiss on her lips and pad off to her ancient shower. That’s another reason to move into my place. The bathroom is way bigger.
A minute later, I step under the warm spray and start lathering my hair. And my brain starts working again. Who the hell would she need to call this early on a Saturday morning? Sure, she has friends at the hotel, but not close ones. She also doesn’t have any siblings, cousins, or BFFs that I’ve heard about. Her mom passed years ago, and since my mother always wanted daughters, she’ll love spoiling Vanessa.
So I can only think of one person she’d want to talk to after making the momentous decision to move in with a man.
Her father.
“Oh, fuck!” I rinse the shampoo from my hair as quickly as I can, then grab the towel I found in the cabinet just before climbing into this claustrophobia-inducing box and wrap it around my body. “Vanessa!”
9
Vanessa
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As soon as Rush steps in the shower, I force myself to roll out of bed. The temptation to lie here on the sheets that smell like us and coax Rush into pleasuring me again is high, but we’ll have time for that—lots of it—starting tonight. My rent is paid up through the end of the month, so I have the luxury of moving out slowly. I only need to pack the essentials now. And my lease is up in a few months. But that’s not my hesitation.
It’s Daddy. How will he feel when he finds out I have a boyfriend and it’s serious?
I have no illusions. He’s got someone watching over me. He always does. It makes him feel better, and I’ve never minded because I know he only wants me to be safe. I’ve suspected for a while that he placed Mrs. Crafton across the street to keep tabs on me…just in case. The spy business is dangerous, and he’s worried his life-or-death missions will spill over and put me at risk.
Has Mrs. Crafton already told Daddy that Rush spent the night?
The thought makes me wince. The news would go over better if it came from me. But since he didn’t leave me a direct number to reach him, I can only call the emergency contact he made me promise I’d program into my phone before he left. Hopefully, whoever answers will relay the message that I want to speak to Daddy quickly. And maybe they can assure me that my father has simply been busy rather than captured, wounded…or worse.
With trembling fingers, I reach for my device. I don’t want to worry or startle my father. But I need to be honest. And now I’m just procrastinating. I fear he’ll be somewhere between enraged and sad to learn that his little girl is a woman now who’s found her own man. But I hope he’ll understand since Daddy wants me to be happy.
Letting out a breath, I press the button. The phone rings in my ear.
Seconds later, I hear another device ringing in the room, coming from the side of the bed where Rush shed his pants.
