Page 64 of My Ex’s Dad

“You aren’t waiting and expecting anything to be handed to you. You are a giver, not a taker. It’s a rarity in my life, and you are not someone I can ever bear losing.”

I smile at that, knowing that’s the most important difference between him and Roman.

At the thought of Roman, I almost wince, sinking into the dread that this will mean seeing more of him. If I surrender to letting Anton into my life, to letting him have a role with this baby, it means so much more. Like the mess of navigating a life with Elena and Roman in the background.

“I love you, Liliana.” He frames my face and kisses me, yanking me out of all the negative thoughts. Hearing that promise soothes me. And I can’t help but feel the same. I can finally give in and label this warmth in my heart that excites me when I think of him.

“I love you, too,” I whisper, letting myself be exposed and vulnerable to him.

He leans in, kissing me as he slides his hands over my back. The dress is cut so low that his big, warm hands are a teasing caress on my bare skin. And it’s all I need to remember that he neglected to get a bra or any lingerie for me with this gown.

A gown that I’m suddenly desperate to get out of.

I pull back from kissing him, already breathing hard and fast with arousal. As I move to stand, he backs up, staying on his knees. His stare doesn’t stray from me, as I get to my feet and unclasp the single clip that’s holding the top of the dress together. Silver petals of fabric fall forward, and the freedom of my breasts bared to him sends shivers over my skin. I put my hands at my hips and push, letting the rest of the gossamer dress slip down and puddle at my feet.

I frame his face, standing before him without anything to hide behind. As he gazes up at me, I imagine how beautiful it would be if this could really be my life.

With a sexy man like him ready to worship me, no matter what.

With a home like this to fill with love, for good.

“You’re sure you’re not angry?” I ask lightly.

He shakes his head and kisses my stomach. The symbolism is sweet, but I’m too turned on to let my emotions get the best of me.

“Not at you.” He gently urges me to sit, staying between my legs as he kneels closer, draping my thighs over his shoulders. “Never at you.”

I tremble at him spreading my legs open wide, his gaze brightening with desire and hunger as he eyes my pussy. Bare for him. Within his reach. The warmth of his breath against my slick flesh torments me.

Without another word, he brings his mouth to me and licks me. His tongue swipes all the way over my entrance, a hot, velvety caress that makes me moan. I lean back, letting the desire heat my blood.

He’s determined to please me, to prove there’s no anger in his heart for me hiding this pregnancy from him. I’m already too close to coming on his tongue so heavy and hot on me, lapping up my juices. Then his lips pull at my clit before he flicks the tip of his tongue against that sensitive bud. He barely has time to push his long fingers into me and curl them against that spot inside. On a loud cry, I come, tensing up and nearly clamping his head between my legs.

Incoherent gibberish trails from my mouth as I lie back, but I can’t close my eyes. I’m too eager to watch him strip. I scoot back, addicted to the reveal of his hard, tatted, scarred body. His skin is taut, all those muscles flexing and bulging as he crawls onto the mattress to join me.

I kiss him, pulling him down to hover over me.

He angles his cockhead to spread me wide, and with one full push in, he fills me. He stretches me, and I moan as the delicious burn of being so full turns into exquisite pressure, driving me toward another climax

“I love you,” I whisper as he draws back to pound into me. We’re both panting, riding the rush to our climaxes. It’s too soon, too fast, but with the adoration in his eyes focused on me, I have faith that this is only the beginning.

26

ANTON

I’m in no rush to get up after all that happened last night. I lie in bed and sigh, keeping my eyes closed to cling to the bliss of a few more minutes of sleep, and it comes back to me like a dream.

Going to see Liliana and getting her to attend the party with me. Then the shock of her pregnancy. More than anything, her declaration of love sticks with me the most.

I’ve given up on that illusion for so long that it seems surreal to have it now. Not with someone from my world, or anyone who would seem “right” for me. But with Liliana.

I open my eyes and roll over to seek out her warm body. Not much light filters in from behind the curtains, but as I blink the sleep away, I know it’s early. Practically the middle of the night. The dimness tells me we’ve only just fallen asleep.

When I realize that she’s not in bed, I sit upright and check that I’m not imagining it.

What the hell?

I rack my brain, trying to pinpoint where I could’ve gone so wrong with her. Where I missed a cue or failed to see something was off. Last night was a frenzy of so many things at once, maybe a shock to the system after I’d kept my distance and watched her from afar. But she was happy.