The Single Dad Arrangement

by Wylder, Penny

  My heart skips a beat. Then three or four more, before I cup her cheek and pull her into another kiss, this one softer and slower and so sweet it makes my teeth ache. When we pull apart again, just by a hair’s breadth, I smirk. “I knew that,” I tell her.

  She punches my shoulder lightly. “What are you, trying to retroactively Han Solo me?”

  I snort. “Not my fault you’re easy to read, Tilly.”

  She rolls her eyes. Then her face softens. Goes serious again. “I shouldn’t have left,” she murmurs. “The other morning, after you said it. I just… After everything you said about Ms. Conn—Tricia, I—”

  “You don’t have anything to apologize for, Tilly.” I step back and hold her hand as she climbs down off the desk. Most of the onlookers have moved on, some leaving for lunch, others returning to their own desks and computer screens. Though they’re all doing a pretty terrible job of pretending that they’re hard at work and not eavesdropping on every word we’re saying. “Come here.” I keep hold of her hand and tug her after me into one of the larger conference rooms, the ones that lock from the inside and have windows high up on the walls. Vince is still tall enough that he’ll probably be able to peek in at what we’re doing, but most other people won’t be able to.

  I tug her down into a seat next to mine, and spin her until we’re face to face. We lean close, our foreheads touching, and gaze into one another’s eyes.

  “I understand why you left, Tilly,” I murmur. “I can’t blame you for it, at all. It was a hard situation. Who wants to get involved with a single father, much less one with a crazy ex to contend with on top of it all?” I’m shaking my head, but so is she.

  She lifts a hand to press it to my lips. “Are you kidding, Killian? You’re perfect. You’re the best man I’ve ever met, the best person I’ve ever dated… And Lina is incredible. I’m just sorry that you both have to deal with your ex’s messed up behavior during all this. I hope she gets better, gets help and stops obsessing—”

  “Believe me, you have no idea how much I wish for the same thing.” I shut my eyes. Open them once more. “But I can’t ask you to put yourself into her crosshairs for me. I don’t want to get in the way of your career. I respect you too much for that.”

  “I don’t want to pin my whole career on a woman like that,” Tilly counters. “And it’s up to me to decide how to handle her. Which I already have. I met with her today and I told her I won’t stop seeing you. Nobody’s going to blackmail me or force my hand, Killian. I make my own decisions.” She reaches up to cup my cheek. Runs her thumb across my mouth, and the soft touch of her fingers sends a spike of desire straight to my groin. Fuck. Much more of this and I’m going to have to find a conference room without windows…

  “And I choose you,” she finishes in a whisper.

  I lean in to kiss her, hard and fast. Before I know it, I’m pulling her onto my lap, wrapping my hands around her hips and pulling her down against me as she arches into me, her chest pressed against mine, her legs on either side of me, wrapped around the chair as she tilts her head, lets me kiss her deeper. When we break apart, breathless, I catch her eye, frowning. “But what about your book? You said—”

  She cuts me off at once. “I’ve spent years working on my writing and my books by myself. I’ll keep doing that. I’ll find an illustrator on my own, perfect this project myself. The way I always have. I don’t need that woman to give me help. I’ll do it on my own.”

  I grin. There’s that determination again.

  Then I slide my hand up her back and cup the back of her neck. Draw her down again into the kiss, and as I do, I can feel my cock starting to grow stiff beneath my pants. She shifts against me, wriggles to reposition herself, and fuck, the sensations that sends shooting through my damn monkey brain…

  I stop her before this goes too far and whisper, breathless, “Next door.”

  She staggers to her feet and I catch her hand, dragging her into the supply closet next to this office. Neither of us cares. We slam the door behind us, and I pin her against it, holding one hand over her head against the wall. With my free hand, I pull up the tight little office-appropriate pencil skirt she’s wearing, while she uses her free hand to undo the zipper of my pants, push those down my thighs, and shoves at my boxers after.

  “Fuck, Tilly, you drive me so fucking wild,” I murmur against her lips, her jaw, her neck.

  My cock springs free, and I take advantage of that moment to catch her other hand too. I lift it up, wrap my left hand around both of her wrists, over her head, so she’s all mine to claim. She’s breathless; her eyes glassy. “Fuck me, Killian,” she breathes, and I have never been so eager to obey anyone else’s demand ever.

  I press into her slowly, our eyes locked, and this time, when I murmur, “I love you, Tilly,” she says it back right away, her eyes bright and wide and honest. Fixated on me. On the future we’ll build together.

  My eyes fall shut as I start to fuck her, slowly at first, then building up the pace. She cries out, so I clamp my other hand over her mouth, both our eyes bright with amusement as we struggle to stay quiet. And at that moment, I know it, with a kind of certainty I’ve never experienced before.

  I will do anything for this woman.

  15

  Killian

  Tilly lingers in the parking lot to meet me the second I’m done with work. We didn’t get nearly enough of one another in that quickie we managed in the supply closet. I still had a couple hours of work left to finish, though, and with everyone returning from lunch, we were pretty sure we weren’t going to get away with coopting a whole conference room.

  But focusing on anything with the knowledge that Tilly is out there in my car waiting for me, still wearing that sexy little tight-fitting skirt and shirt that shows off just the right amount of her curves, is driving me fucking wild. So despite the fact that I’ve gotten just about nothing done today, I power down early and beeline straight for the parking lot the minute I get a free second to myself.

  I’ll figure the rest of my shit out tomorrow. Some other day, when the woman I love, the woman I love and who loves me back, isn’t outside waiting for me to fuck her until she can’t walk straight.

  We don’t make it far. I think I drive about three blocks before I pull off the road, onto a secluded portion of the highway that’s hidden among the trees—mostly, anyway. Enough to block it from view. Then I put the car into park and reach across the gearshift to pull her onto my lap.

  “Are you crazy?” she says, laughing, as she ducks her head to peer through the windshield. But she sees what I do. That nobody out there has a good view of exactly what’s going on inside this car.

  “Damn straight,” I reply, as I shove my seat all the way back, then tilt it back too, for good measure. “I’m fucking crazy about you. So really, you’re the one to blame for this whole setup,” I add, smirking, my hands sliding down her hips to her waist, then reaching around to grip that perfectly tight little ass of hers. “You’re too damn irresistible, you know that?”

  She smirks, wriggling in my lap in a way that makes me harder than fucking steel—not that I wasn’t already rock hard, the way I always am when she’s around. She has a way of driving me wild with just a few touches, or a sly glance from across a room.

  And now… She’s mine. She chose me, and I’ve set my eyes on her, and don’t plan to ever let her go.

  “What?” she asks, head tilted, probably because I’m staring at her possessively all over again, my hands tightening on her hips, directing her position above me.

  “You,” I reply, still grinning. I slide one hand up over the sexy curves of her waist, along the edges of her ribcage, past her breast, her chest, and reaching up to curl my hand around the nape of her neck. I trace my fingers through the fine hair there, cup her hot skin and draw her down against me, pulling her into a hard, long kiss. “You’re mine,” I whisper against her mouth, testing out the words, loving the way they feel sliding off my tongue.


  “I’m yours,” she agrees, eyes locked on mine. “And you’re mine.”

  I grin. “Have I mentioned I love you, Tilly?”

  She grins back, humming in faux consideration. “You might have, once or twice…” I push her skirt up higher. She startles again, glances at the windows. “Are you sure?” she asks, though she still has that playful smirk on her face.

  I pull her down into another kiss, this time pressing my tongue between her lips, exploring her mouth, twining her tongue with mine. When we part, my eyes are white hot, echoing the fire in my veins. “I need to have you, Tilly. Right now.” I punctuate those words with a trail of kisses, moving my lips along the curve of her jaw, nipping at the edge of her earlobe, then kissing and biting and sucking my way down the graceful arch of her neck as she tilts her head to the side and away from me, inhaling sharply as I kiss her.

  Her hands slide around my shoulders, and one buries in my hair, involuntarily tightening when I reach up with one hand to stroke her breast, circling my fingertips around her nipple. Even through the fabric of her shirt and her bra, I can feel her start to harden a little as I roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching just hard enough for her to feel it.

  With my other hand, I yank her skirt up around her waist, and then keep going, reaching down to pull her shirt up over her head. With her shirt out of the way, I’m able to trace the edges of her clavicle with my tongue, lapping at the soft indentation between her collar bones, and moving my lips down the perfect slope of her chest to her breasts, gently biting along the edges of her lace bra, hard enough to make her gasp and press closer to me, her knees on either side of my hips, her hands buried in my hair.

  “I want to watch you ride my big dick,” I whisper against the skin of her chest, reaching around to undo her bra. It falls between us, and I toss it aside, licking and sucking at her nipples, one after the other, my tongue circling the skin as her nipples stiffen under my ministrations.

  Her back arches and she presses her chest into my face, her head falling back. “Fuck yes, Killian,” she whispers, her voice low and throaty in that way I love. It’s a sound that tells me she’s just as hungry for me as I am for her right now. “I want to ride you,” she agrees, still speaking with that trembling tone. “I want to feel you filling me up…”

  I reach between our legs to stroke my fingers between her thighs, pressing gently at the sensitive spot right at her core, circling my fingertip around that warm tender spot. She shifts her hips and groans a little, teeth clenched. “You want my cock right here?” I murmur.

  She swallows hard, and nods.

  I stroke her faster, then pause to slip my hand under her panties, parting her pussy lips with two fingers, letting a third glide between them, and grinning when I find her slit soaked in anticipation already. “You want to feel me inside you?” I whisper. With that, I press my finger against her entrance.

  She moans and rocks harder against my hand.

  I let my fingertip penetrate her, press deeper and deeper as I grip a handful of her hair with my other hand and tilt her head back and to the side, so she meets my gaze. “You want to feel my cock stuffing your tight little pussy?” I add a second finger and she moans, bucking against me.

  “Fuck, Killian, yes, take me. Fuck me.”

  I add a third finger, starting to thrust my hand in and out of her pussy, feeling her walls stretch around me, and I grin up at her. “Ask me nicely, then, Tilly.”

  She’s panting now, her breath hard and fast. I can feel the race of her heartbeat, her pulse noticeable in her pussy as her walls clench around my fingers. I thrust my hand into her faster, and let my thumb graze the very edges of her swollen, aching clit.

  “God, yes, please,” she moans, head falling back and to the side.

  But I’m not going to let her get off that easy. I tighten my grip on her hair and draw her face closer to mine, kissing her jawline, the underside of her neck. “Beg for it, Tilly.”

  “Please, Killian, put your fat cock inside me,” she pants, desire hot in her voice. “Please, fuck me.”

  I curl my fingertips, just enough so that the thick tip of my fingers graze along her front inner wall as I continue to finger-fuck her, loving the sight of her in my lap, breasts bare, chest heaving with pleasure.

  “Fuck, I’m going to come,” she pants, and I grin, and still my hand all at once.

  She gasps in frustration, and tries to thrust her hips down onto my fingers. I hold her in place with my other hand, tight on her hip.

  “Come when I tell you to,” I say, locking eyes with her.

  Hers glisten, lust and frustration warring in them. I can tell she wants to curse me out right now. But part of her knows there’s more pleasure to be had if she submits to my control, if she lets me take over.

  When I start to stroke her again, slower now, her breath hitches at once. “Not yet,” I warn, and slow down again.

  It takes a colossal effort of willpower—I can see it on her face, the way she steels herself. But she makes her hips stop moving, forces herself not to thrust back against me, and holds herself still, gaze locked on mine. Only once she’s not moving do I start to thrust my hands again, loving the sensation of being in complete control, of knowing she’s mine, and I can give her even more pleasure for it.

  I speed up my movements, my hand driving into her a little faster, building up the pressure. Before long, she’s at the brink again, her eyes glassy and unfocused, her breath hard and strained. “Now you can come for me, Tilly,” I murmur as I pull her forward into a hard kiss. We break apart, and I stroke along her walls, finding her G-spot and hitting it with each thrust. “Come for me,” I say again, my lips brushing against hers as I speak.

  She does, crying out, her whole body arching at once, as if she’d just been poised at the brink, waiting for me to give her permission. Knowing she submitted to my control like that, knowing how fully I possess her, makes me harder than ever, all the blood in my body pumping south as I watch her neck muscles strain and listen to the low, guttural cry of pleasure she makes.

  I can feel her pussy tightening around my fingers, convulsing with the force of the orgasm. I draw my hand out, and a whimper escapes her lips as she thrusts down against me, as if trying to draw my hand back into her, to make this pleasure last.

  But oh, I plan for it to.

  “I want to watch you ride me now, Tilly,” I murmur. She’s still recovering when I grab the fabric of her panties—thin, delicate panties. Easily torn. Which is good, because I’m too hungry now, after watching her come like this for me. I can’t wait long enough to properly strip her.

  I hook my thumb under the edge and rip her panties off, tossing them aside. She gasps a little but doesn’t protest, and reaches between us to undo the clasp of my pants, every bit as desperate for me as I am for her.

  “I want to fuck you until you come again,” I murmur. She hums in response, a happy purr that just makes me want her more. “I want to claim your sweet, tight pussy, Tilly.”

  “It’s yours,” she whispers in response. “I’m yours. Fuck me, claim me.”

  I wriggle out of my pants, and she shoves my boxers down after, gripping my thick, engorged cock with both hands and stroking the length of me, back and forth, her hands soft but tight around my shaft. There’s a bead of precum gathered at my tip, I’m so eager to be inside her, and she swipes her thumb across it, sending a bolt of excitement through me at the touch on the sensitive spot. Then she draws her thumb up to her mouth, and, gaze still fixed on mine, she licks it clean, slow and deliberate.

  “I love the way you taste,” she murmurs around the thumb in her mouth. My come on her tongue.

  The windows of the car have begun to fog up around us, especially as Tilly keeps stroking me with one hand and sucking her fingertips with the other. I reach down and catch her hand between us, wrapping my fingers around her wrist and drawing her hand up and away. She plants her palm against the foggy glass window beside us instead,
and I grip her hips with both of my hands, positioning her above me.

  It’s easy to position her over me, balanced at the very tip of my thick cock. It’s even easier to pull her down onto my lap, savoring the view of every inch of my cock pressing into her pussy, deeper and deeper, as I draw her toward me. “This is mine,” I tell her, and she nods in response.

  “My pussy is yours. I’m yours.” She’s soaking wet, and I slide into her easily, though the moment I enter, I can already feel her muscles tighten around me, adjusting to my girth.

  She moans, twisting, and that motion sends another riot of sensations through me. But I don’t stop. I just keep pulling her down against me, my thick cock spearing her inch by inch. Finally, her hips collide with mine, and I’m inside her fully.

  “Fuck, Tilly.” We both pause for a moment there. I love the way it feels when I’m inside her completely. Like we’re two halves becoming one; like I’m finally coming home again after far too long away.

  “You fit me perfectly,” she murmurs, her lips brushing the side of my neck, my jawline. I can feel the way my stubble scratches at her sensitive skin, but she doesn’t seem to mind. She kisses her way to my earlobe, bites lightly at the skin there and makes me inhale sharply, desire flooding me.

  “You feel so fucking perfect,” I reply. “Every time.” I curl my hands around her waist and use them to lever her into motion, drawing her up and then back down again.

  To either side of my lap, her thighs tense as she starts to rise and fall with me. I speed up, lifting my hips to drive up into her harder. I love this view, watching her straddle me, controlling the thrusts, watching my cock stretch her pussy with every fuck.

  “God, Killian, right there,” she pants, eyes half-shut with pleasure.

  Before long, I’m fucking her in earnest, driving up into her hard and fast, her hips rolling against mine, her body going soft and supple under my hands. She surrenders control to me, lets me have what I want—which is her. All of her.