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“Everything, Sunflower.”
The walls feel like they’re closing in. My lungs burn and my heart races. My skin feels too tight.
Needing to get out of there, I spin and race out of the room as tears stream down my face, even though I have no ideawhyI’m crying or running. The urge is just consuming me.
Strong hands grip my arms when I’m only a few feet into the hallway, pulling me to his chest. “I’m sorry I lied to you, Case.”
My fingers dig into the t-shirt he’s changed into since we arrived. “I thought you forgot about me,” I sniff as it hits me hard that not only did he not forget me, but he continued to take care of me just as he always had.
Was it obligation? Or…
His lips press against my hair as he chuckles. “I already told you, baby, I didn’t. Even if you hadn’t scrambled my brain with that sweet kiss, you’d still be unforgettable.” He pulls me back a bit, tilting my chin up, his eyes dancing with a grin. “And you know what else? I’d bet my last damn dollar, even if you hadn’t kissed me, we’d still end up right here.” His lips drop to mine, soft and warm, melting me where I stand. His tongue teases, coaxing me to open. Unwilling and unable to deny him, my arms loop around his neck as my lips part. He delves into my mouth, stroking his tongue against mine, the taste of scotch and mint lingering on his lips.
A throat clearing makes me jump away. My face turns the color of cherries as I swipe my hand over my mouth and look anywhere but at my stepfather who’s standing only a few feet from us. Sweat beads at my neck as panic fills me. I wait for the sounds of disappointment. For the indignation of what he just witnessed. My palms become sticky, and my ears ring. I closemy eyes, praying for it to go away. I try to focus my thoughts on my breathing, on the slowing of my heart. Focus on things I can hear, see, or smell. The problem with that is what I can see and hear are what is causing the panic to escalate.
An arm loops around my waist. Rough hands grip my face. Words whispered, calming, low, and firm, command me to breathe.
I thought I was breathing, just too fast.
I blink through the haze clouding my vision and focus on the steady, solid presence, an anchor tethering me through the storm of my mind. He grips my hand, bringing it to his chest, and I feel the steady beat beneath my palm. My rapid heartbeat slows, and my lungs cease to burn. His fingers grip the base of my neck, holding me steady—his eyes never leaving mine. “You’re okay.” It’s a statement, not a question, he whispers as he presses his lips to my forehead.
I shake my head because I’m not. I am just better than I was a minute ago. “He saw us.”
Hot breath fans across my face as his body vibrates. I look up to see him grinning. “Yeah, baby, he saw us.”
“He’s still standing here, too.” I go rigid from Maxwell’s voice, but is that… I chance a look at Maxwell. He doesn’t look angry or disappointed. He looks a little concerned and a lot amused.
“Y-your not upset or angry?”
His face split in two as he reaches for my hand, pulling me from Graham. He hugs me for a second, then kisses my cheek before returning me to his son. “Sweetheart, I figured out long ago when he bought an entire apartment building that he’d developed deeper feelings for you. As long as he’s good to you, then I could never be angry about something that makes you happy. If the world doesn’t like it, well that’s their problem,right?”
I wish it were that easy. For someone like Maxwell, I suppose it is. But for me… Too many things still cloud my mind. My dad especially.
Then my hands fly to my mouth as I realize what he just said. I look at Graham, my brows practically reaching my hairline. “You bought the building?” I squeak.
He shrugs, and for the first time in ten years, I swear I see Graham Davis blush. “It was the only way to make sure it was in the budget you and Lily had.”
“How did you know my…” my eyes dart to Maxwell. “You told him.” First Jagger and now Maxwell. How many other people has he had watching me—keeping him in the loop about my life? “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
He waves off the question and tugs me toward the stairs. “It doesn’t matter. What do you say we get out of here?”
I nod, tell Maxwell goodbye, and let him lead me out with a head full of questions but my heart… It’s beating hard and steady for the man I’ve tried to convince myself I don’t love.
But it’s getting harder and harder to deny the truth.
Graham
Teeth gnash and tongues tangle, my fingers gripping Casey’s tight ass beneath her flouncy skirt as we stumble out of the elevator. We’re returning from a night out in a dimly lit movie theater where I played with her pretty pussy and swallowed her sweet moans as we sat in the very back row alone.
It was such a normal thing to do. Something I haven’t experienced in years and the first actual date I’ve been on since college. And after I made her come twice in that dark theater, all I could think about was getting her back to her apartment so I could bend her over and sink balls deeps into her tight cunt.
“I should’ve put you in the penthouse,” I grumble as I reach up to remove the pins holding her hair, needing those golden strands wrapped around my hand.
Her fingers fumble with my belt buckle as we reach her door. “If you’d done that, we’d still be in the elevator.”
I grip her thighs, pulling her up my body until those legs wrap around me. Holding her tight with one arm, I reach behind her and enter the code on the keypad. “But if you were in the penthouse, I could already have you naked.”
I grip her thick hair, tugging her head back, giving me better access to the soft skin of her neck as we step through the door. Her soft moans make my cock pulse against the confines of my jeans as she grinds against me. I kick the door shut and spin us, pressing her against the cold metal.
