Page 33 of British Daddy to Go

My hands grasp at his shirt and push him away just enough to attach my lips to his. We groan in sync at the contact.

“I want you,” he moans. “All of you.”

I glance out the window and see we’re on my street, just a few apartments away from mine. Startled, I push Sean up and knock on the partition. “Stefan? Can you stop here?”

“I’m sorry. Was I pushing you? I went too far…”

I give Sean my best sultry look. “It’s not that at all! My parents are home, and I don’t want them to see me. To see us.”

Sean nods in understanding. “Do you want me to drop you off, then?”

I shake my head. “I want to pick up where we just left off.”

He obeys my command and kisses me urgently. Feeling frisky, I use my tongue to probe his mouth the way he’s done to me. Sean must like it too because he moans and grinds his hips against my thigh. His cock is harder than I’ve ever felt it.

It would be so easy to unbuckle his belt and let him take me right here in the back of his limo while his driver listens to music to drown out our moans. Knowing my parents could decide to take a walk at any moment is what keeps my hands on Sean’s chest.

After twenty minutes of kissing, moaning, and a strong desire for release, I lean my forehead against Sean’s. “I should be getting home. My parents are going to be worried.”

He nods. “When can I see you again?”

“Are you free next week?”

“I can be for you.”

I grin. “How about Tuesday night? Maybe we can double with my friend Jenna?”

“I’d love to meet her,” he tells me. “Tuesday it is. I’ll text you the details.”

“Okay,” I say shyly, kissing him once more. “I’ll see you Tuesday.”

He pulls my body flush against his and kisses me slowly. “Tuesday.”

If I don’t get out of this car right now, I never will. I make my escape before the kissing comes back in full force.

Before walking into my apartment, I check my face and lips. My lips are a little chapped, but otherwise, my parents won’t suspect a thing.

“Maggie? Is that you?” Mom calls out when I walk through the front door. I swipe some Chapstick across my lips before she can see me.

“Yes, Mom, I’m home.”

She appears in the hallway with a spoon in hand. “How is Jenna?” Mom spits out my friend’s name like it’s poison. Imagine if she knew who I was really with! What if she found out what I have been doing? She might start saying my name that way, too.

“She’s great, Mom. What are you making?”

Her face lights up. “Chocolate chip cookies. Your favorite!”

Chocolate chip cookies are not my favorite. It’s incredible that I’ve lived with my parents for twenty-five years, yet my mom still doesn’t know any of my favorite foods. I like brownie batter ice cream for dessert.

“That’s great, Mom. Just let me get changed, and I’ll help you clean the bowl.”

She smiles, and I’m off the hook. Thankfully, she doesn’t comment on my pretty dress or my heat-flattened hair. I’ve gotten dressed up to visit Jenna before, so she must have chalked it up to that.

Once I’m changed, I join my mother in the kitchen. She lets me lick the spoon like I’m still a child, but my mind is far from this kitchen. Instead, I’m wondering what Sean is doing right now.

He’s probably not licking a spoon. I wish he was licking something, though.