Her Ex's Dad

I smiled hugely at him even as tears rolled down my face.

Stepping closer, he wiped my tears away. “I don’t care about any of it. I care about us. You. Just believe me. I am going to do everything I can to make sure you know that you’re mine.”

Okay, I now have to believe him. I gotta live with the fact that he may just be nuts, but who the hell cares? I mean just look at him for Pete’s sake! Hot and fifty shades of magnificent! “So, what do we do now?”

Tucker stepped back and knelt at my feet.

My gaze dropped down to him.

He grabbed the hem of my dress and hiked it up along my body until he stood and pulled it from me.

“Oh!” I gasped out as the air hit my bare skin.

Dropping it to the floor, he stood back to look me over.

My cheeks flamed and I raised my arms up to cover my breasts.

He stepped close and tugged my hands down. “NO. Don’t hide those beauties from me.” He looked fierce as he reached out and grabbed one in each hand, squeezing. “Perfect…” He let out a groan. “Sweet peaches and cream.”

I trembled as my juices were flowing again. The way he looked at me, his eyes, his voice and that sexy groaning! Well, if he could get past it, then so could I.

He let go of my peaches and released a frustrated breath. “Dammit!”

“What?” I felt a little panic. Maybe he was turned off even though he thought he wouldn’t be.

“I wanted to do this right.” He shook his head.

“Oh…” I let out a relieved breath and chuckled. “Well, I don’t know. I think you were doing just perfectly.”

He gave me a slight smile. “No. I wanted to…date you. Treat you right. Not jump on you again!”

“Well, what good is a doll, if you can’t play with her?” I now gave him a flirty wink.

Tucker laughed and stepped forward to scoop me up. “Okay, but after I get some more peaches and cream, I will make it up to you by taking you to Paris or something, okay?”

I looped my arms around his neck, not believing how lucky I finally was. “Alright…” I sighed with fake drama. “If you just have to drag me there.” I rolled my eyes like it was a sacrifice. “I mean I had a date with Crazy Sally and a cardboard apartment all set up. But I guess I’ll have to accept Paris as a consolation prize.”

Our laughter rang out as he carried me into the penthouse.

The End