Page 32 of Father of the Bride
She wondered if there was such a thing as a daddy kink. The kind that describes how enticing it is to see a man take his childrearing duties seriously.
Lord knows she didn’t see that with Orion.
“I think I know what it is,” he was saying.
With a sigh, she said, “What?”
“You think just cuz I’m old, I can’t go two nights in a row.”
In spite of her annoyance, Sunny burst out laughing. “You’re ridiculous. Please find you some business.”
Orion grinned, pleased with himself.
Across the table, Mark’s jaw flexed again as he sipped his sangria and watched the giggling and sniggling going on at the other end of the table.
It was odd how quickly he reverted back to Kez. Cici’s impact, no doubt.
The fire-roasted eggplant he’d only had three bites of was cold now. But it was all good. He wasn’t hungry.
Not for food, anyway.
The casita was quiet and sunlit, and far enough away from the main house that nobody would hear them…assuming there was anything to hear.
Mark didn’t like to assume.
Sunny crept through the door like she was on a stealth mission, her movements so odd and exaggerated, Mark couldn’t help but laugh.
“Did anybody see you?” he asked as she closed the door behind her.
“Not that I know of.” She smiled, her eyes roaming the small space. “This is cute.”
He inclined his head, moving closer to her. They could talk interior decorating later.
She stared up at him as he approached, her lips parting slightly, her gaze sharpening. When he brought his hands to her waist, she inhaled sharply, taken aback by the tension between them. It was electric.
“Us sneaking around like this…does it remind you of something?”
She laughed. “You creeping into my dorm room at all hours of the night.”
“More nostalgia,” he said, his eyes locked on hers.
“Yeah.”
His grip on her waist tightened. “You had me addicted, Cici. I couldn’t get enough of you, hard as I tried.”
Her arms encircled his neck. “And yet, you did.”
He shook his head. “So, where’s the dress?”
“We both know this isn’t about the dress.”
It was just as well. The way he was feeling, that dress may have become a very expensive casualty.
“What’s it about, Cici?”
“Do you remember our first time?”
He nodded, heat rising to his face. “I remember it not being very enjoyable for you.”
