Single Dad's Spring Break: A Billionaire's Second Chance Romance

“I know. And I told them that.”

“You did?” he asked.

“Yep. And don’t bother with cleaning all of it up. The kids are helping me tomorrow. This will be a good lesson,” I said.

“Good. That means I might be able to get some sleep tonight.”

“Do you need something?” I asked.

“I actually want to apologize for our date being interrupted. I hope you’re not upset with me.”

“Not for the interrupted date.”

“But for other things.”

“I already spoke my piece in the cab,” I said.

“Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” he asked.

“I’m not upset with you, Kevin. But I am upset with the circumstances. You can’t lead me to believe you don’t see your hand in all of this. I understand the interrupted date. Your children need you and I would never take that away from them. From anyone. Ever. But they had a right to be angry with you. And so did I, all those years ago.”

“Yes, you did.”

“And just bec—wait, what?”

“You did have a reason to be upset with me. And you still do.”

“I do? I mean—yes. I do. I’m not their mother, and I can’t replace her. Or you. If you promised them a vacation—”

“They’ll get it. I promise.”

“You have to make sure you follow through on that,” I said.

Kevin took a step toward me as the backs of my legs hit the bed.

“I know,” he said.

“And you don’t owe me a promise. You owe them,” I said.

His body was flush with mine as I sat down.

“I know,” he said.

“They love you so much,” I said breathlessly.

I felt his finger under my chin, pulling my gaze to his.

“I know,” he said.

“I—loved you so much,” I said, with a whisper.

His lips slowly bent toward mine, the pulsing of his breath heating my skin.

“I know,” he said.

I wanted to fight this desire between us. I wanted to stay upset with him. I wanted to stay in control and kick him out, then write until the tension from my body released me to a stress-free slumber. But when he pressed his lips to mine I could feel myself melting, caving when I needed to stand strong.

My hands fisted his suit and I pulled him down on top of me. My back hit the mattress as his tongue slid along my lips. I parted myself for him: my jaw and my legs. Letting him in from all angles as his hands pulled my robe open. He palmed my breasts and teased my nipples to aching peaks. I slid his suit coat off his shoulders and ran my toes up his back, feeling his thick groin pressing into my thigh.