Page 24 of Accidental Dad’s Best Friend (Unintentionally Yours #7)

Ethan

“ H ave I told you that you are brilliant?” I ask Izzy.

“No, I don’t think you have.”

I look up at her from across my dining room table. “You, Izzy Sloane, are fucking brilliant.”

She bites her lip with a blush that spreads to the swell of her breasts and I want to throw everything off the table and dive across it. I want to ravish her. But, we still have work to do.

Maybe later.

“Seriously, Izzy. This article is gold. I don’t know how you did it.”

“Well.” She stands up to stretch. We have been working all day, starting at the coffee shop, then a diner where we grabbed lunch, and now at my place.

“I’ve been doing this for a long time, actually.

After the Slay fiasco, blogging about assholes was kind of my quiet revenge on my dad.

While he was busy fucking innocent people over, I found people like him to fuck over. ”

Her friend Rosilyn offered to take Jax for the day, giving us time to finish the article.

It’s also given us time together, something I have been aching for ever since the golf match from hell with Liam.

I have to admit, zoos are not my thing. They smell, the cages are too small and they’re crawling with whiny kids.

But I would have put on a polo and a visor and played dad with the best of them if it meant not playing golf with Liam that day.

I smile at her sass. “And tell me, sweetheart. How does revenge taste?”

Her lips curve upward. “Sweet.”

I grin. “Good girl.”

Izzy sits back down and looks at her laptop. “Is there anything I should change?”

“Nope. Not one damn thing. I think we’ve done what we came to do,” I tell her, sifting through the copy she sent to my laptop.”

“So…it’s ready to print?” She asks and I can hear the nervousness in her voice.

“It’s ready to print,” I nod with an easy smile. But she isn’t smiling back and I frown.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong? Are you having second thoughts?”

Izzy shakes her head and I round the table, pulling her up into my arms. “No. I’m just worried. He’s going to lose his mind.”

“He is,” I agree, holding her against me.

“He’s scary when he loses his mind.”

“Oh trust me, I’m aware. But you know what? It’s nothing we can’t handle.”

Izzy snorts at that. “Easy for you to say. I haven’t had to deal with him for five years. And when I did, he was always this overbearing control freak, gaslighting me at every corner.”

I take her chin between my fingers and force her to look up at me.

“But that’s not going to happen again. You know why?

Because you have me now. I am on your side.

He has no control, no leverage. Nothing.

Once this article goes viral, sure. He will lose his damn mind.

But the shit will be flying by that point and he will have bigger things to worry about.

Like packing up his things and getting the fuck out of the office.

” I laugh but Izzy still looks worried. “Are you having second thoughts?”

“No.” She quickly shakes her head. “Honestly…I have been thinking about doing something like this for a long time. It’s low key why I started that blog.

I think in my mind, if I wrote enough posts about corrupt people in power then maybe eventually I’d get the guts to expose him too. But it never happened.”

“Until now.”

“Until now.” She looks up at me. Her arms are wrapped tightly around me, like she’s holding on for dear life. There is something in those bright blue eyes of hers. They remind me of the sky just before clouds roll in. Just before an unexpected bolt of lightning cracks. Just before the storm.

“What’s going on in that gorgeous, brilliant head of yours?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she whispers. “Everything just feels so…absolute.”

“It is,” I agree. “But at the same time, this is just one big snowball barreling down a mountain. It’s already in motion. We just have to see it through.”

“And if it takes out the wrong people?” She asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just…I’m worried about people getting hurt. I’m worried about something going wrong.”

She looks so anxious. So cute. It makes me smile and I pull her even tighter against me.

“Nothing bad is going to happen, Izzy. I promise you that. I am going to go into the office after everyone else is gone tonight. I’m going to get into the system and make sure that there are no roadblocks.

That way, when it’s time to plant it in a few days, it will all go smoothly.

In, out, done. It will go to print the next morning, and the next time anyone sees it, him and us included, it will be on the racks.

Nothing is going to get in the way and no one is going to know. ”

“Are you sure?” She asks.

“One thousand percent.”

Izzy thinks that through for a second before nodding. I lean down to kiss her but she talks before my lips reach hers.

“Ethan, there’s one more thing.”

I smile and let out a frustrated sigh. “It can wait.”

“No. It really can’t, Ethan. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about it for a while now. I should have talked to you about it a long time ago if I am being honest. But I was afraid to because–”

I press my finger to her lips, stopping her words mid sentence.

“It. Can. Wait.” I say again, my words low and gruff. Then I slide my hand down her ass and grip her in my hand, hard. “But this? This cannot.”

With deep, wide, blue eyes, Izzy melts against me. I pick her up in my arms and carry her into my bedroom.

Before she can say anything at all, I lay her down and crawl on top of her.

My lips meet hers and I kiss her, softly at first, then with more hunger.

My tongue trails across her bottom lip before finding her own.

They press together, hot and wet and electric.

Izzy lets out a moan into my mouth and I pull her hard against me.

“You taste so fucking good,” I groan.

“I’m a mess. I haven’t showered since last night, I’m in a t-shirt and shorts and my hair is a disaster.”

“Are you serious right now?” I ask, pulling away to narrow my eyes at her.

“Dead serious. I am a train wreck,” she giggles.

“Sexiest goddamn trainwreck I’ve ever seen.”

She smiles and I kiss her again. My hands tangle into her hair, tugging on it and releasing all the pheromones into the room. Coconut, flowers, and a salty sweet musk that I’ve come to recognise as being her. And speaking of that…

I crawl over her backwards and tug her shorts down. Izzy presses her hand against my scalp to stop me.

“No! I just told you I haven’t showered.”

“And I’ll tell you, I don’t give a shit. I want to taste you. I need to taste you.”

Before she can say anything else, I cover her pussy with my mouth. Her thighs clench and she moans, her wetness spilling from her like I’ve broken a valve.

God she is delicious. The more I lick, the wetter she gets. I drink her in, devouring her without shame.

“Come for me,” I command and Izzy’s back arches.

“I’m going to. You’re crazy, you know that?”

“You love it.” I grin and then I pick up the pace, swirling my tongue around her entrance before tailing back up to her clit.

“Oh, fuck!” Izzy lets out, clutching the blankets in her hands before her hips grind against me, the waves of the orgasm visibly washing over her.

I come up for air and wipe my mouth with the back of my wrist. I’m about to drop trou, to make her mine while she is still coming back to Earth. But when I stand, she stands too. Then she grabs me, placing her hands on my shoulders and pressing me back down onto the bed.

“My turn,” she says. Her once sky blue eyes are now brimming with something dark and all I can do is look up at her.

I am a dominant man in the bedroom. I call the shots, I control the orgasms and it’s not over until I say so. But something about the way Izzy is staring down at me, a fire in her stare, it has me numb. Like I can’t move. Like she is Medusa and I am slowly turning to stone.

One part of me is without a doubt rock fucking solid.

Izzy drops to her knees in front of me and undoes my belt. Then she slides the zipper down and my cock liberates itself from my slacks. Izzy lets out a low, wicked laugh. Then, she takes me in her hand, pumping only once from sack to head and lowers her mouth over me–

Deeper, and deeper, and deeper.

She gags a little, but not enough to pull back. Instead she gulps, the sound audible in her throat, and she swallows hard.

“Goddamn…” I groan, leaning back against the bed. My entire body clenches against the tightness of her throat, the friction of her tongue, and the soft, sweet pressure of her lips wrapped around my dick.

My. Fucking. God.

She is good at this. Better than I’d ever imagined.

In and out she slides me with her hand still firmly at the base of my cock.

Her lips nibble at the skin as the tip of her tongue traces up, up, up the shaft until it stops at that gloriously sweet spot.

She traces the rim of my head with her tongue, and it’s just enough to edge me over and over again.

My hips rise up from the bed, driving my cock deeper into her mouth but Izzy doesn’t seem phased. She just pumps her hand harder and faster.

“Shit,” I grunt, reaching for her head so I can fist her hair in my hands.

Izzy pumps faster, sucking hard enough that I can feel my precome pooling in her mouth. And then, like a roman candle, everything releases. I cry out, my head falling back and my entire body jolting until finally going limp.

When I am capable of opening my eyes and looking down at her, Izzy is smiling. She wipes her lip with her thumb and smiles. Then she swallows hard and I swear to God, it’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.

I kiss her multiple times before heading into the office.

I want to make sure that I have access to what I need so that when it’s go time, there won’t be any hang ups.

Izzy is reluctant to say goodbye but I promise her that I’ll be back as soon as I’m done and we can go to sleep in the safety and security of my condo.

After scanning my badge at all the necessary doors, I am able to get inside.

Everyone, including the janitor, has gone home for the night.

Other than Liam, I am the only one with a badge that will unlock every room in the building.

On occasion, Rose has used Liam’s badge too, but only when he has her doing his dirty work for him.

Other than that, I’m the only one he trusts.

After seeing to it that none of the laptops have changed passwords, I go to my own office to check on things.

I haven’t been in since I’ve been quote unquote “Working from home” as I told Rose, I want to make sure everything is as it should be.

I’m sure Liam wasn’t happy about me not coming in today.

At the same time, though, we haven’t spoken much since the golf match. The distance is probably a good thing.

I close the blinds, push my chair in slightly more than it was, and tidy up the desk a little. I’m about to leave, but I stop.

There’s an envelope on the corner of the desk.

I narrow my eyes and pick it up. It’s medium sized, manila, and unmarked.

“The fuck…?” I whisper, turning the prongs and opening it. Inside there are photos, printed on glossy eight by ten. They’re pixelated and I need more light to make out what, or who, they’re of.

When I flip on the lamp, I stop. My stomach bottoms out. They’re pictures of the coffee shop. Pictures of restaurants. Pictures of the gym and the park and the front of Izzy’s townhouse.

Pictures of us.

“Fuck,” I let out, flipping through them.

Meanwhile, the words how, who, when all race through my mind.

When I come to the last one, my heart stops all together.

It's from the Rockies game.

It’s a photo of us in the stands.

Kissing.

On the Jumbotron.