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When Brandon looked back over at me, there was a slight smile on his face. “Have dinner with me.”

“What?”

My heart skipped a beat as he watched me, his gaze dropping to my mouth before moving back to my eyes.

“Have dinner with me.”

“How did we go from talking about a potential promotion to you wanting to get dinner with me?”

He shrugged. “I’ve decided it’s time to stop pretending you aren’t the most intriguing woman I’ve ever met. I want to get to know you, which isn’t happening in this town.”

“So, what, you want to run away to another town for dinner like a pair of teenagers trying to avoid their parents?”

He smiled. “That could be fun. But no, I was thinking more like two adults tired of dancing around each other.”

“Who doesn’t want Amalia to know.”

Brandon’s smile dropped. “No. I don’t want Amalia to know yet. I want to get to know you and see if there could be something there before we figure out how to tell her.”

“And you think keeping a secret from her is right.”

“I think it’s the only thing we can do right now.”

Guilt curled through me as I considered the options. Brandon was the only man who had interested me since my ex.

But it was more than that too. There were chances to excel. Things were not being shut down when I talked about the kind of life I wanted or the vision I saw for a place. Talking about things with him was easy. He encouraged the wildest thoughts while still putting a realistic perspective on him.

He was the only man I had met who didn’t seem worried about my ambition. Most men I had dated over the years were intimidated by it. My ex had thought that I should stay at home and be the perfect housewife while he chased his professional baseball career.

It was one of the most significant tension points of our relationship.

“It’s just dinner, Gina. After that, I have somewhere else to show you.”

“You seem pretty confident that I will agree to dinner.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. “Maybe we need to create a night that is memorable.”

“Alright,” I said, crossing my arms. “Pick me up at six.”

Dinner passed in a blur. I could remember talking to Brandon about the business and where I wanted my life to go, but everything else faded away when he parked in front of a house on the beach.

“This place is amazing,” I said, looking up at the black house contrasted sharply against the white sand.

Even though the stars were hanging high overhead, midnight nearing fast, I could still make out the crest of the waves crashing.

“Wait until you see it tomorrow morning; it’s even better at sunrise.”

I raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Brandon as he rounded the front of his car and stood beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me closer. His lips pressed against my temple.

“What makes you think I will be here at sunrise?” I asked.

Brandon chuckled, sending a shiver down my spine. He kissed my exposed shoulder before slowly working the thin strap down my arm. His kisses trailed my shoulder and neck, sucking and teasing the sensitive flesh.

“Call it a hunch,” he said, nipping at my earlobe.

I turned and kissed him, our mouths moving together. Brandon’s hands slid down my body, moving along the curve of my waist. Sparks flew as our mouths moved together. Wetness coated my inner thighs as he lifted and pressed me back against the car.

His cock pressed against me through the thin layers of fabric separating us. I moaned at the friction as he kissed his way down my neck.

Brandon pulled back slightly to look at me, his fingers digging into my ass as he held me up against the car. I locked my legs around his waist, rolling my hips against him. Heat flashed in his eyes before he kissed me again.

He carried me to the front door as we kissed, and the heat grew. He set me down and unlocked the door, but the moment we were inside, his mouth was on mine again.

A part of me screamed that this was a bad idea. I shouldn’t be in a beach house with my best friend’s father two hours away from home.

A much more significant part of me didn’t care who he was. All that part cared about was how much I wanted him.

Brandon pinned me against the wall, his arms bracketing me on either side. The scent of his cologne wrapped around me, drawing me in. My heart was hammering in my chest as I reached for the buttons of his shirt, slowly undoing them.

When his shirt fell open, I ran my hands over his muscled torso, tracing the lines and gently raking my nails down his skin. He shuddered as I went down to his pants, his eyes never leaving mine.

Even though I made all the moves, I had never felt less in control.

I flicked open the button of his pants and pulled down the zipper. He groaned when I slid my hand beneath his clothing, gripping his cock in my hand. Brandon kept his eyes open and locked on me as I stroked him, his clothing falling down his body and his cock bobbing free.

His gaze burned when I sank to my knees in front of him. He stopped bracing himself on the wall as I licked the head of his cock. His hands sank into my hair, pulling it back from my face as I took him in my mouth.

Brandon moaned as I ran my tongue along the underside of his hardened length, circling the head before hollowing my cheeks and taking as much of him as possible. He pulled on my hair, setting the pace as his hips rocked back and forth.

I grazed his cock with my teeth, licking and sucking as he thrust faster. Wetness pooled between my thighs, my inner walls aching as I took him, gripping the baser of his cock and stroking it in time with my sucking.

He pulled out of my mouth and helped me to my feet before pinning me back against the wall. His mouth was on mine as his hands slid beneath my dress, hiking it over my hips. He dragged down the silky material of my underwear before his fingers trailed along my wet slit.

My hips bucked as his fingers slipped, his thumb rubbing against my clit. It took a few thrusts to have my wetness coating his hand as my inner walls spasmed.

As he looked down at me, my nipples pebbled against my dress. Brandon groaned, one trailing up my body to roll my nipple between his fingers while he dropped to his knees before me.

He grabbed my thigh and lifted one leg over his shoulder, his tongue sliding along my clit. I leaned against the wall, my back arching as his tongue circled my clit faster, his fingers driving deeper into me.

My inner walls started pulsating around him as he continued to work me into a frenzy, his fingers moving harder and faster until I came around him.

When my body stopped shaking, he got to his feet and took my hand, leading me to the bedroom.

We fell to the bed, our hands roaming over each others’ bodies as our mouths moved together. Our clothes came off in seconds, tossed to the floor in a careless pile.

The moment he drove his cock into me, rolling his hips and burying himself to the hilt. I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he rocked his hips faster. My inner walls pulled around him as I raked my nails down his back.

When he stiffened inside me, I felt my orgasm building. Brandon dipped his head, kissing my neck as he thrust faster, driving me over the edge. My orgasm came hard and fast as he finished.

Coming down from the high, he lay on the bed beside me.

When I looked at him for a moment, I felt guilty.

I had just slept with my best friend’s father, and there was no way I could tell her the truth.

The next moment, Brandon had his arms around me, pulling me into his chest and kissing my shoulder.

Even as he held me, I wondered how long we would genuinely be able to keep this a secret.