CEO Daddy (Crescent Cove 6.50)

They both came first. They had to.

“Are you sure you’re all right with this?” He continued to caress me. Never rushing. Offering just enough pressure that the need between my legs climbed and I couldn’t help rubbing against his cock.

His nostrils flared. “I’ll take that as a yes?”

“Yes,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around him. He was so solid and muscled, so strong and hot in my embrace. Capable of withstanding anything.

Unlike me right now. I felt so fragile. So easy to break.

I looked up into his eyes and the worry there nearly shattered me. Fuck my wants. This man deserved to know who he was sleeping with. I wasn’t just his one-time hookup. Not anymore.

Now I was the mother of his baby.

But I was also a coward. And when he kissed me again, framing my face in his big hands, I dismissed the reality pressing in around us. He was everything I yearned for. Such certainty and warmth and passion.

Full of life, when I’d spent so much time looking back at what I’d lost.

His mouth slipped down my neck, his teeth leaving little points of pain that tugged at my clit. He moved lower and drew my nipple between his lips, our gazes connecting. I didn’t know if it was because I couldn’t possibly hurt when we were linked that way, or if I was used to the feeling, but nothing hurt now. That low stirring in my belly grew, and I arched into his erotic kisses, dipping my head back. My hair bobbed along the surface of the bubbling water while he kissed and touched me, his mouth relentless.

I was so primed by the time he slid a hand between my thighs that I nearly came. I was so close. There was no building period, no need for rocking into his strokes to get myself there. I was already on the verge, breathing hard, the tips of my breasts taut and aching and wet from his kisses.

“I want to put my mouth here too,” he growled against my throat, his fingers sliding into me so deeply that darkness shimmered at the edges of my vision.

“I must advocate for water safety—oh, God.” He drew his fingers back then pushed them in again, so deep that I simply forgot what I was saying.

And his thumb brushed over my clit, just right…

“Asher.” I stared at him as my body quaked around his fingers. I gripped his upper arms, holding on for dear life when he didn’t stop. Just kept demanding more from me while the steady flame of green in his eyes burned.

I came again. Or still. It didn’t seem to have an end. His mouth touched mine and he answered with a groan of his own as I trembled.

“I need another ten of those.” His kisses turned rough. “Another twenty.”

“You haven’t had any yet. Whoa.” Still holding on to him, I eased back to breathe. I was still shaking. “I think I’m dehydrated now.”

His raw chuckle against my cheek made me smile. “I should’ve brought in the bottle of wine I have on hand for emergencies.”

“No.”

“Don’t like wine? You liked champagne well enough at the bed and breakfast.”

All at once, the warm haze faded, leaving me far too clear-headed.

This wasn’t right. Wasn’t even slightly fair to him, a man who’d been nothing but decent to me.

He was decent, period. He’d been dealt a shitty hand by life with the loss of his best friend, but he’d manned up like a goddamn champ.

Now you’re about to suckerpunch him again.

“It’s not that.” I slouched down deeper into the froth as if I could disappear. Static crackled on the baby monitor, and I cast it a quick look before it fell silent again. “Those condoms? We don’t need them.”

“No?” His face was friendly. Curious. Open. Lines of strain fanned out from his eyes, and his jaw was still tight, but I suspected that stemmed from his heavy erection.

Give the guy a damn BJ first. At least let him get off.

I would have. I wanted to, God knows. My nipples tightened just from staring at his cock. But even that felt wrong. My mistake had been pretending for even a few minutes that I could do this.

It was bad enough spending the day with him while hiding how our lives had changed. Being intimate with the guy and keeping this to myself? A hundred times worse.