"Ah," she said as if she was thinking carefully about my answer.
I didn't want her to ask questions I wasn't ready to answer, so I turned off the water and wrapped her in a fluffy towel. "I want you in bed."
Her eyes flashed with desire.
We were insatiable for each other. I roughly dried myself off, then helped her before we slipped under the sheets.
I couldn't believe that Blake was naked in my bed. We had one night together before reality crept in, and I was going to do everything in my power to make an impact.
I had to work tomorrow, but I didn't care. Who knew how far this would even go. At the end of the day, she worked for me. She was tasked with caring for my child and pretending to be in a relationship so that we could convince Oakley and the court that we were a stable family.
I couldn't do anything to derail those plans. Lilliana came first. I was more than a little worried that a real relationship would complicate everything.
I held her to me, her ass nestling against my stirring dick. We wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight, and I was completely on board with that.
To stop the worrisome thoughts, I rolled her to her back and urged her to spread her legs so that I could feast on her. She was the perfect kind of distraction. One that wouldn't let me think about the morning and what came after.
Each touch, each kiss was a revelation, a reminder of what I'd been missing out on the last few years. The possibility of a life with someone who cared about me and my daughter.
I'd been so wrapped up in Oakley's drama that I'd given up on something for myself. But Blake helped me to see that there was more to relationships than manipulation and control. With her, I could see how life could be easy.
I'd come home to a woman who was excited to see me, who cared for my child when I couldn't be there. It was something I hadn't dared to consider for myself. It always seemed impossible with someone like Oakley in my life.
I hoped that we could continue whatever this was in the light of day.
Chapter Fourteen
Blake
Dalton made love to me after our shower. It was sweeter and more intense than anything we'd shared. I drifted off to sleep feeling more for him than before.
Somehow, he'd seeped into my life in a way I wasn't sure I'd be able to easily extract myself from. He reached for me again in the early morning, and I rode him, enjoying the look of awe on his face as he watched me move over him.
He couldn't believe that this thing had happened between us, and neither could I. It was beyond the bounds of our arrangement, and I wasn't sure it would last longer than tonight.
I'd given myself one night to enjoy everything Dalton Kingston had to offer.
He'd gotten up early to go to work, kissing my forehead before leaving me sleeping in his king-size bed. It felt decadent to be here after he'd left the house.
He'd kept me up a lot of the night, and I was sore in places I hadn't used in a long time.
I stretched, wondering if he'd like seeing me naked in his bed.
I reached for my phone, finding a message from him.
Dalton: Morning, beautiful. I wanted to stay in bed with you.
He’s snapped a picture with me sleeping on my stomach, the sheet covering my lower half, and sent it to me.
My back was bare and my hair loose around my shoulders. I wondered how often he'd gaze at this picture today. I liked the idea of that too much.
Blake: Wish you were here with me.
Dalton: You have no idea how much I wanted to stay.
Between last night and his morning text messages, I felt like I was flying. Was this the beginning of me falling in love?
It wouldn't be smart. I had a feeling Oakley wouldn't give up so easily on Dalton. She wanted him under her thumb, whether they were dating or not, and I was an obstacle for her.
