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AndrewI stared at Saxton. “That’s what our society tells us, that women age faster than men, but that doesn’t mean it’s true.”Saxton turned to me, languidly tossing his arm over the back of his chair. “If a guy can still get up with a twenty-five-year-old when he’s fifty, shouldn’t he? Andrew, man, you should understand this better than anyone else.”I felt my lips draw tight against my teeth. “Mine and Lanie’s age difference has nothing to do with us getting along. She’s the first woman younger than me that I’ve ever been interested in.”“Let’s just move on,” Bob cut in, sending an irritated look Saxton’s way.“Fine.” Saxton tested out his bourbon and smacked his lips. “We’ll agree to disagree.”Bob’s eyes briefly connected with mine, and I felt compelled to mouth “sorry” but kept my face flat instead.“Saxton, I’d ask you how that girl Matilda is,” Bob started, “but I assume—”“Right. She’s old news. That was, what? Months and months ago.”Bob took a long drink.I raked my fingers
My Father's Best Friend An Important Question
LanieThe doorbell sang, and I immediately got to work smoothing down my hair and patting under my eyes, checking for any eyeshadow that had fallen there. It didn’t matter that Andrew had seen me in all kinds of rumpled states. I still got butterflies when I thought of seeing him, and I wanted to look good for dinner at his house.The door flew open, and Karen smiled wide. “Lanie,” she cooed, pulling me in for a hug.We’d only met once before, but Karen had one of those personalities. She could make friends with anyone.“How are you doing?” I asked, face still pressed against her shoulder.“Good, good. Come in out of that cold.” She quickly shut the door behind me. “I was just headed home. Raven and Andrew are somewhere downstairs, and dinner is in the oven.”As she talked, she worked fast, taking and hanging my coat in the hall closet and winding her scarf around her neck. “There’s a cake in the fridge. You’re not allergic to coconut, are you?”“Nope. I love it.”“Oh, good! It’s coco
My Father's Best Friend Should I Say Yes?
LanieTaking my hand, Andrew turned it over on top of the table and ran his fingertips down my palm. “Do you have plans this weekend?”“No,” I exhaled, finding it hard to think of anything other than the way he was touching me.“Good.” A smile danced at the corner of his mouth. “Come away with me for the weekend. We’ll go to San Juan. There’s a resort there I think you’d really like.”“Really?”“Mm-hmm.”“That’s … Wow. When? Friday? What about Raven? When will we be back?”I knew I was asking too many questions, but Andrew’s proposition had made me get excited, and sometimes when that happened, I talked too much.“I was thinking we leave after school on Friday and then come back Sunday afternoon. Or early evening. I talked to Raven about it, and she’s fine. Karen will be around, so she won’t be alone. What do you say? Can you miss one weekend of yoga for me?”Andrew raised my hand and kissed the inside of my wrist, and I laughed with joy. “I think I’ll get over yoga.”“Erica won’t be
My Father's Best Friend A Tropical Getaway
AndrewThe wind and rain pummeled the windows, the water beyond the resort’s deck churning. Zeus was real, and he was very, very angry.Sighing, I pressed my fist against my mouth.“Andrew.” A soft touch on my shoulder pulled me away from the window. “What’s wrong?” Lanie asked.It took me a few seconds to pry open my clamped jaw. “The weather isn’t looking good. I checked, and it looks like it’s rain all weekend. I’m sorry. The forecast was all sunny when I booked the other day.”Lanie wrinkled her nose. “Who cares about the weather?”“Me. This is supposed to be the perfect trip.”Her hand trailed down my arm. “There’s no such thing.”I opened my mouth to disagree, but the hostess approached. “Mr. Marx, your table is ready.”With my hand lightly pressed against Lanie’s lower back, we followed the hostess away from the floor-to-ceiling windows, past the roaring fireplace, and to the cozy table at the back of the resort’s restaurant. As we passed other diners, I noted several men check
My Father's Best Friend Hot Tub in Paradise
AndrewLanie laughed. “You like it?”I swallowed hard. “Forget the hot tub. Lay down on this bed and let me lick whipped cream off you.”Smirking, she walked right past me. “I want to test out the hot tub. Just for a while. Wait.” She stopped, and I nearly bumped into her. “Is there whipped cream?”I ran my knuckles over her shoulders. “I can order some. Go get in the hot tub.”She kept walking and, once again, my eyes fell on her butt. My gaze seemed to be permanently glued there.After ordering champagne and whipped cream—just in case—I grabbed two towels and joined Lanie on the porch. The soft lights made her face glow, the steam creating a hazy screen between the two of us.“It’s hot,” she warned, “but amazing.”I ceremoniously popped the bottle of champagne, the cork flying over the railing.“Oh, gosh!” Lanie laughed into her palms. “You might have hit someone!”“Hello!” I called over the balcony. “Anyone alive down there?” Frowning, I looked back to Lanie. “Sorry, babe. I don’t
My Father's Best Friend Bikini Off
Lanie“Where to, ma’am?” Andrew asked, kicking the door to the porch closed behind him.“That way!” I pointed at the bedroom with the champagne bottle.Nipping at my neck, Andrew carried me across the living room and into the suite’s bedroom, where he set me on the edge of the bed before standing back and looking down at me. Water ran in little rivulets down his neck and chest, making the already delicious muscles that much more lickable.“Anything else your heart currently desires?” he asked.“Hm. Let me think.” I dramatically leaned back against my elbows, taking my time appraising his nearly-naked form. “How about you dance for me?”Andrew’s jaw fell. “Dance?”“Yep.” Setting the champagne bottle on the floor, I made a big scene of crawling across the bed, shaking my rear as I went. Andrew growled, but I ignored him, grabbing my phone from the bed stand and putting on the first upbeat pop song I came to.“Dance,” I repeated, settling against the pillows. I knew I was dripping water
My Father's Best Friend Take Me, Andrew
LanieI pierced his gaze with mine. “I want you more than ever.”Andrew’s lips parted, and his breathing quickened. We continued to stare at each other, lust and admiration filling the air till it seemed as if the room would explode from the force of it all.“Wait here,” Andrew huskily said.“I wasn’t planning on going anywhere.”Jumping from the bed, he rummaged through his bag and pulled out a condom. I watched him hungrily, my fingertips itching to get a hold of him. Andrew came toward the bed, but before he got the chance to put the condom on, I shimmied over and kissed the tip of his length.“Lanie,” Andrew murmured.How did he do that—turn my name into music? I wanted to hear it again and again. Lightly stroking the base of his dick, I swiveled my tongue over the tip. A bit of pre-come leaked out, and I swallowed it down. I wanted to taste everything he had to offer me. Nothing could go to waste.Opening my mouth wide, I swallowed him down, not stopping until his tip hit the bac
My Father's Best Friend The Worst News Imaginable
AndrewI stretched on the bed, my feet meeting a crisp spot in the sheets. My eyes were still heavy, sealed tight after what felt like a decade-long sleep.Rubbing my face, I forced my eyes open. Sunlight was coming through the open curtains, but I must have been really tired because it hadn’t woken me up. Instead, I’d slowly come back to consciousness, embracing the morning only when I finally felt like it.On the left side of the bed, Lanie stirred. She lay on her stomach, hands curled under her chin. Reaching over, I ran my palm down the length of her back. She looked so pristine and angelic sleeping there. For as long as we’d been dating, it was a shame this was only our second time waking up together.I wanted her by my side every morning. In my bed. My kitchen. My office. I wanted her filling up every corner of my life.Feeling my touch, she licked her lips and sleepily blinked her eyes open. I stayed where I was, head propped in my hand and watching her.“Hi,” she whispered.“H
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