“From the moment you opened the door and blinked those gorgeous sleepy eyes at me, I’ve been yours.”
Torment and happiness and terror and elation whistle through me, then erupt in a cry as I launch himself into his arms.
He catches me easily, squeezing me tight enough to hurt as I wrap my legs around his waist. “Oh God, I love you. I’ve been so miserable without you,” I cry.
“Shit, me too. I love you. So fucking much, honey.”
We kiss long and dirty and desperately right there on the street corner, without a care in the world.
By the time we tear ourselves away, I’m hopelessly wet and a whisker away from begging him to fuck me where we stand.
He presses his forehead to mine, his breathing harsh and panting. “Fuck, I need to be inside you, like, yesterday.”
“I need you too. But…” I bite my lip. “My dad is home.”
He nods. “Yeah, I don’t plan on making the habit of fucking my honey within earshot of her father. Not unless I don’t have a choice, and I readily accepted that there might be times in the future when my need for you would be great enough to not help that.”
I giggle against his lips, then sober up. “Does that mean…you don’t hate him so much anymore?”
He shrugs. “I’m working on it, sweetheart. For now, I just need ten minutes with him.”
I start to tense but his hand soothes my back. “What for?”
“I know he’s lost his job. I have a proposal for him. He may have grown a little overambitious these past few years, but he was a brilliant attorney. If he wants a job, I know a team looking for good counsel.”
I gasp. “Y-you’d do that for him? After everything?”
“He’s your father. That grants him a little leeway. But he’s not going to have it easy.”
Tears brim my eyes. “Brock…I…I…”
“Just say you’ll come back in, give me ten minutes to have a conversation with him. Then you’re not going coming back there anytime soon, or ever if I can help it.”
Happiness swells inside and my heart feels as if it’s going to burst. “You mean—?”
“I mean I’m taking you home. My home. I’ve got an apartment right here in Chicago. Or we can go to New York. Hell, I’ll buy you a house anywhere you want in the world. But first, I’m going to spend the next month buried deep inside that glorious pinhole you call a pussy. And when we come up for air, I’m going to wife the hell out of you, honey. You’re not getting away from me. Ever. If you agree with all of that sayyes Daddy.”
I give a little squeal of delight. “Yes, please, Daddy.”