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If I wait for myself to get over Bram, it won’t happen. I’ll spend the rest of my days pining away and buy the cemetery plot next to his so I can carry on after I’m dead.
While I’m not clear on where one gets an official copy of the girl code, it seems like “thou shall not covet thy bestie’s hot dad” would be pretty high on that list.
I want to take care of her. Not as her best friend’s father, not as her boss, but as a man who takes care of a woman who means the world to him.
We both gasp when my hands lift to cradle her face, my skin on her skin, with no excuse or pretense for it other than wanting her. “I’m going to kiss you now.”
“Shhh,” I coo, kissing her jaw, her neck, her collarbone. “Relax. Deep breaths. I haven’t given you anything you can’t handle.”
“So that’s all you want from me? Sex?” Okay, that was not what I was going to say. I was going to tell him I had no interest, ninety-four percent match or not. Somewhere between my brain and my mouth, my vagina (definitely not my heart) took over. Bram leans forward, his warm brown eyes searching my face. “No,” he says at last. “Actually, I’m going to marry you.”
“Tell me a fantasy, sweetheart,” Bram murmurs, lifting his head to look at me directly. “Tell me what naughty little daydreams you’ve been having about me, and I’ll make them come true.”
“I think you should come over here, pull down those shorts and bend over the table so I can fuck my cum into you again.”
“It’s never been like this for me, Sophie.” The words, rasped in my ear by a low, rapturous voice, make me feel exposed in a whole new way. Bram kisses my shoulder, my back, my neck, fucking me slowly all the while. “I’ve never wanted to keep someone the way I want to keep you.”
“Boyfriend, Sophie. Not boss.”
“Sophie.” He shoots me a disapproving frown. “I’m not sure what kind of men you’ve been dating, but I am not fucking around here. If I’d known you felt this way about me, too, I wouldn’t have held back as long as I did. I’ve been falling for you for a year now. Don’t make me pretend anymore.”
“I want you begging me to fuck my cum into you three times a day. I want you to be taking vitamins before you’ve even had a positive test, and when they call your name in the doctor’s office, I want it to be Sophie Vogel.”
“Tell me,” I plead again, my voice rough with emotion and the unbelievable sensations her body is giving mine. “I love you.” My orgasm comes out of nowhere, barreling through me in a storm as intense as the one raging outside.
“I love you too.” She doesn’t ask me if I’m sure. Instead, she kisses me, and my chest feels like it could burst. These feelings are too big, too overwhelming, and I’m ready for them.
“I’m in love with you,” he murmurs, his voice thick. “I know I’m too damn old for you, and you’re too smart for me, and you’ll be walking into a whole host of drama with my kids, but I want this, sweetheart. I want you.”
“When I’m done with this mouth, I need you naked and on your hands and knees in front of that fucking Christmas tree. Do you understand? That tight little pussy is my gift this year, and I want it. Now.”
