Bossed by the Dad Bod: Dad Bod - Men Built For Comfort by Reina Torres

Author:Reina Torres [Torres, Reina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

He found her in his kitchen, cleaning.

Shaking his head he walked toward her. “Shelby, babe, you don’t need to do that.”

She turned her head toward him for a moment and then turned back to the counter wiping at the surface, over and over, in the same place.

Smiling, Doyle had a feeling she was just keeping her hands busy.

She was going to be the end of him if she kept that up, hiding from him. He wanted her to keep her hands busy…

On him.

She kept wiping as he moved, darting a look at him over her shoulder, the color in her cheeks rising the closer he got.

“Shel… leave it.”

He saw the tight pull of her muscles across her back through the blouse she wore and the way her ass wiggled as she wiped.

He wanted his hands on her.

He wanted inside of her, but he was going to give her more than a quick fuck.

Doyle was going send her over the edge first.

“Babe, the counter was spotless before you started.” He came up behind her and flattened his hands on the counter, caging her between him and the hard wooden surfaces. “Stop.”

Her hands stilled instantly and damn it, he just got harder.

Inch by inch he leaned in, giving her any number of chances to move away or tell him to stop.

When he was finally flush against her back, enjoying the rounded pillows of her ass cradling his cock, he turned his face against her neck and brushed his lips against her skin.

The resulting shudder that shook her body made him smile. “That’s my girl.”

He heard the indrawn gasp of her breath and fuck him, his dick swelled against his zipper and his instinct was to push into the pain.

The flex of his thighs, the curl of his hips, pressed Shelby against the counter.

He felt her shock. The way she tensed against him.

He held still, waiting to see how she’d react from there.

Doyle felt each shallow breath that pulled into her lungs.

Felt the way her back bowed as her head tipped back and her hair draped over his shoulder.

How many nights had he dreamed of her head on his shoulder? Her hair wrapped around his hands?

He was in heaven and hell with his dream woman warm against him.

He closed his eyes and ground his teeth together, struggling to hold himself together.

“Doyle?”

Smiling, he breathed her in. “Babe?”

“I-”

He heard the hitch in her voice, and he wanted to soothe her worry. “Tell me, Shelby. Tell me what you need. What you want. I’ll give it to you.”

Bated breath.

He’d heard the phrase before, recognized it from Shakespeare, but never had two words carried so much meaning for him.

Anticipation built between them, vibrating like a delicious friction that was threatening to send him up in flames.

As much as he wondered what was going on in her beautiful head, he knew the thoughts in her head were tumbling around inside, searching for a release of their own.

Doyle knew he could easily overwhelm her.

With just his lips on the back of her neck, he was sure he could make her tremble against him, maybe even come.

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