Page 4 of Second Chance Daddy

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This is a bad idea. This is such a bad idea.

But I’m nodding anyway. My brain has completely disconnected from my mouth.

“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I tell Tina, grabbing my purse.

“You better,” she calls after me, but she’s already distracted by the bartender bringing another round.

Dante’s hand finds the small of my back as we head toward the exit, and even through my shirt, his touch burns.

I’m in so much trouble.

The night air hits us as we step outside, but it does nothing to cool the fire racing through my veins.

“Where’d you park?” he asks.

“Around back.”

He nods toward the side of the building. “This way.”

We walk in silence, but the tension between us is so thick I could cut it with a knife.

This is where I should say goodnight. Get in my car and drive home. Be responsible.

Instead, I find myself pressed against the side of my car, Dante’s hands on either side of my head, his body caging me in.

“Tell me to stop,” he says, his voice rough.

I should. God, I really should.

“I can’t,” I whisper.

And then his mouth is on mine, and I’m lost.

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Completely and utterly lost.

His lips are soft but demanding, and he tastes like beer and something darker, something that makes my brain completely short-circuit.

Holy shit. Holy actual shit.

This is happening. This is really happening.

I’m making out with Dante Romano against my car like some horny teenager, and I don’t even care.

One of his hands tangles in my hair; the other presses against the small of my back, pulling me closer until there’s no space left between us.

This is insane. This is absolutely insane.

But God, he feels good.

I gasp against his mouth, and he takes advantage, deepening the kiss until I’m clinging to his shoulders like he’s the only thing keeping me upright.

Which, let’s be honest, he probably is.

“You know,” I breathe when we break apart for air, “I don’t usually do this.”

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