“I'm surprised you even have any,” I say with grin. “Considering they’re always open.” He glowers at me as I giggle.
“Just shut up and get on the bed,” he demands, a smirk on his face.
Still naked, I sit down on the bed while he stands between my legs. He smiles approvingly and reaches out to stroke my breasts. He cradles my face in his hands and kisses me. I shiver as his fingers trail down my neck and over my breasts, all the way down to the edge of my pussy.
My heart races as he guides me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me. His lips are everywhere. On my neck, devouring my lips, sucking at my nipples. I gasp as his finger brushes past my entrance, teasing me but not committing, which I’m okay with because I'm still so tender from before.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, kissing my neck. I curl into his arms and smile, reaching down to stroke his cock through his pants. “I could explore you all night.” He makes a face. “Well, I could if you didn't look like you were about to fall asleep on me.” He chuckles as I whimper. “Am I that exciting, Anna?”
“I'm sorry. I'm just so tired,” I mumble, embarrassed. This is in no way a reflection on him, other than the fact that he’s the reason I’m so damn tired.
“Roll over,” he says.
I do as he tells me and roll over onto my side, smirking as his erection presses against my ass. But when his fingers start to touch my back, that's when I lose my shit. I sigh and arch my back against him, loving the feel of his dick pressing into me.
“That feels incredible,” I sigh, feeling giddy.
I’m trying to stay awake, but my eyes grow heavier until eventually, I fall asleep.Chapter Eight
NickShe’s still lying naked in my bed when there's a knock at the door the next morning.
I frown, because I'm not expecting the kids for quite a while yet, or anyone else for that matter. I kind of had plans that involved spending most of the day in bed and in Anna. The idea of changing those plans doesn’t thrill me.
I throw on a pair of shorts and stalk to the door. I probably should’ve looked through the peephole to see who it was before yanking it open, but I’ll remember that for next time.
“Hey,” I say, my heart skipping a beat. “Dan.”
Well, this is awkward. Dan stands on my doorstep, looking concerned. My heart pounds, because he has to be here about Anna.
“Hey, Nick,” he says, running his hand through his thick, sandy hair. “Is my daughter here, by chance? She’s not at home.”
Shit. How do I handle this? I rub the back of my neck and nod, while also trying to think up an excuse as to why she’s here that isn't going to land me in hospital with a broken nose.
“Anna. Yeah, she was looking after the kids while I went to work. She was asleep on the couch when I got home, and I didn’t want to wake her. I remembered her saying you were out, so I just left her to sleep.” I swallow and force a smile, hoping to God it’s looks natural. “She’s in the shower now. You're welcome to come in and wait.”
I brace myself for his response, praying that he turns me down. God help me if he says yes. He laughs and steps forward to pat me on the back.
“Nah, it’s cool,” he grins. “I trust you with my daughter, Nick. I just wanted to make sure she was okay.” He pats me on the arm and walks off, before turning around to call out to me. “Can you just let her know that I'm going golfing with Mandy? I’ll be home later.”
“Sure.” I grin. “No worries. I’ll pass that on.”
I close the door, a crushing feeling in my chest that I can only attribute to guilt. I feel absolutely terrible lying to my best friend like that, especially when he said he trusts me. Obviously, he shouldn’t. I groan inwardly. What the fuck am I doing?
Anna wanders out of my room, wearing nothing but one of my oversized shirts. My heart pounds, because thank fucking Christ she wasn’t five seconds earlier coming out of that room. I could just imagine explaining that one to him.
“Who was that?” she asks. She smiles at me with her sleepy eyes and her tousled hair. My cock tingles because I just want to jump her. Then I remember her question and my erection quickly deflates.
“Your dad,” I reply, flatly. “He was looking for you.” I sit down on the couch and rub my head. Her eyes widen as she sits down next to me.
“What did you tell him?” she gasps.