Page 75 of Faking it with the Billionaire
Kyler moves his finger to my chin, lifting my gaze to meet his stare. His breath is heavy and thick as he kisses me lazily and out of breath.
“We should clean up,” I whisper, resting my forehead against his. “Dinner will be ready soon.” My eyes close as I drink in his scent, his touch, the afterglow of the orgasm with him.
“Daddy.” Bristol skips into the kitchen, her tablet in hand. “It’s frozen.”
While he untangles from my embrace, he doesn’t back away. “Give it here,” Kyler says.
Bristol hands him the device, and he does a hard reboot when the power button fails to work.
His daughter stares at me, tilting her head curiously as she waits for her tablet back. “Were you kissing my daddy?”
Guilty as charged. I bite down on my bottom lip.
Do I have to answer? She’s staring at me, waiting for me to respond, and the words have disappeared from my vocabulary. I can’t even nod. I’m like that tablet, frozen.
NINETEEN
KYLER
My daughter has impeccable timing,although we’re lucky she didn’t walk in any earlier. I keep my back to Bristol as much as I can because I’m not sure that my pants aren’t actually evidence of what we just did.
“Daddy was kissing Em,” I say, answering my daughter’s question. I’m done lying to her, and while I don’t know what Emerson and I have going on between us, the spark is real. I can’t just walk away from it.
Not when we’re pretending to be engaged.
I’d regret it if I don’t pursue something with her.
I hand my daughter the tablet that’s been rebooted and is now ready for her. “Go play. Dinner will be ready in under an hour.”
She scurries off with her tablet. She’s been fixated on a number of new apps, which I usually wouldn’t encourage, but the nanny assured me that they’re highly educational, and her teacher had requested the kids download them to work on their skills at home.
“Now, where were we?” I say, returning my attention to Em.
“I was about to use the bathroom and clean up a bit,” she says. She scrunches her nose and drops a kiss on my lips before skirting past me.
I wait until Em is upstairs changing and my daughter is preoccupied before I waltz into the laundry room. I grab a fresh pair of sweatpants from the dryer. My back is to the door when it swings wide open, and Em stares at me.
“Sorry!” she says, quick to apologize, and slams the laundry room door shut.
I open the door, half-naked, and grab her arm. “Get in here,” I growl, pulling her inside with me and shutting the door behind her. There’s no lock, but there’s less chance of Bristol finding us in the laundry room than anywhere else in the house.
It’s not as though Em hasn’t seen me naked. My cock has had those sweet, luscious lips wrapped around it, but that was far too long ago.
“What are you—”
I cut her off when my lips crush hers in another searing kiss. She drops the dirty clothes she was holding onto the floor. Her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer, tighter.
“You make me feel like I’m a teenage boy,” I whisper against her ear.
She glances down at my growing cock. “Already?”
“What can I say?” I smirk. “You make me horny.”
“That is what every girl wants to hear,” Em teases me and pulls back, dropping a kiss on my lips. “I came in here to do laundry.”
“Are you sure you weren’t stalking me?”
She laughs and bends down, grabbing her dirty clothes and mine on the floor and throwing them into the washing machine. I can’t help but stare at her ass the entire time. She turns on the washing machine before spinning around to face me.
