Page 32 of British Daddy to Go

“I asked,” I assure him. “I think it’s interesting. Are your parents happy with what you’ve become?”

“Absolutely,” he tells me. “Mum and Dad want the best for me. They didn’t grow up with money; they earned it. They wanted me to do that, too. My parents were supportive of me when I first started out, and they really encouraged me to make a name for myself. I think their influence helped build my company into what it is. Like I said, I value hard work.”

I giggle. “You know, I’ve never met anyone quite like you.”

“I hope that’s a good thing and that you haven’t changed your mind about me.”

“If anything, I like you more.”

Sean’s smile melts my insides. “I like you, too, Maggie.”

I’m so grateful that he feels the same way that I lose my ability to speak.

“Have I scared you off?”

“No,” I assure him, my voice barely above a whisper. “You haven’t.”

We finish our meals silently. It’s a miracle I still have an appetite after all of this discussion of emotions. I don’t usually go around declaring my like for anyone. It’s hard enough to tell my parents I love them, let alone a guy I’ve had oral sex with a couple of times.

Yet I like this version of myself. I like who I am with Sean. I like how brave he makes me.

I like him.

“Dessert?” Sean asks when he sees my empty plate.

“I’m stuffed,” I tell him. “If you want, though, you can order something.”

He eyes me lustfully. “I have a better idea.”

A chill runs through my body. What does Sean have in mind?

He waves down our waiter and settles the bill in record time. Grabbing my hand, he drags me from the restaurant and places me against the wall out front. “Stefan is on his way,” he whispers into my ear. Sean’s lips kiss a trail from my ear down my neck, finally finding their way back to my waiting lips.

This kiss is nothing like the others we’ve shared. It’s less hurried and more passionate. It feels like we have all of the time in the world.

I try to return his passion. My hands find his hard chest heaving with deep breaths. His heart is thumping as hard as mine.

“You’re perfect in every way, Maggie,” Sean moans. “I never want to stop kissing you.”

Behind us, someone clears his throat. “I’m sorry, sir and ma’am, but you can’t do that here.”

The poor valet looks stricken. I wonder how often he has to break up an intense make-out session.

Sean chortles against my neck. “Our apologies. Look at this woman, though. Could you keep your lips off of her?”

The young boy doesn’t respond. I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life! This week has been one for many firsts. I’ve had my first kiss, my first sexual experience, and now my first public make-out session. I don’t keep a diary because my life is so boring, but this week would have made for some interesting entries.

Thankfully, Sean’s driver pulls up to save me from further embarrassment. Sean slips the valet driver a few bills, as an apology or as a bribe I’m not sure.

My date opens the rear passenger side door and waits for me to climb in. The leather seat is cold against my bare legs.

“To Maggie’s apartment,” Sean calls up to the front. “Close the partition, Stefan.”

Sweat pools in my fisted palms. What is going to happen? I don’t live far from here. The car rumbles to a start and pulls away from the curb, leaving the restaurant behind us.

“Where were we?” Sean asks, sliding closer to me in the back seat. He kisses my neck and places a smooth palm against my thigh. I tilt my chin to give him better access to what is now my favorite place to be kissed. “Right about here, I think.”

I moan when Sean’s tongue darts out to taste my salty skin. The things this man can do with his mouth! He’s going to drive me crazy.