Page 36 of The Deadbeat DILF
He met my eyes and gave me a small smile, but I could tell there was sadness in his eyes. “It belongs to my ex-wife and her husband now.” He pushed his seat back and stood up. “I’m going to get something to drink. Do you want a cup of tea?”
I nodded. “That’d be lovely, thank you.”
I watched him disappear into the kitchen. Since his back was to me, I couldn’t see his expression, but I could tell I’d brought down his mood. I wanted to know exactly what happened to his company, but it was clear he didn’t want to talk about it.
Soon, he returned with a cup of tea for me and a glass of water for himself. We did a bit more work, and I was losing myself in the law when I caught sight of the time in the corner of my screen.
“It’s late,” I said, saving my work and closing my laptop. “I should get ready for bed.”
Robert stifled a yawn and closed his laptop too. “Me too. Got an early start tomorrow.”
We disappeared into our respective rooms. I got changed into my pajama dress, then slid the robe on top before returning to the kitchen to brew another cup of green tea. Robert was already there, putting his glass in the dishwasher.
In silence, I made my tea. As I took a sip, my gaze strayed up to Robert. My heart rate spiked when I saw he was looking at me.
“What?” I asked, my cheeks flushing.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
The blush on my face intensified as I looked away from him, losing the fight to my uncontrollable smile. “No…”
“You are,” he insisted. “I’ve been trying to ignore it the whole time I’ve been living here.”
Warmth filled my chest. I’d received compliments from men and boyfriends before, but nothing they’d said had ever made me feel as light and giddy as Robert’s words.
“I was wondering… do you want to stay in my bed again tonight?” I asked.
His eyes glinted with surprise before darkening. He nodded.
I held my hand out to him, and he took it, his huge palm engulfing mine. I led him into my bedroom, my heart pounding. Every fiber of my body wanted to be close to him again.
If I was honest with myself, this was what I had been waiting for all day.
Robert shut the bedroom door behind us, and I sucked in a breath. Everything was about to change.
CHAPTER TWELVE
My bedroom was completely dark. The only source of light came from through the windows. The silver moon hung high in the air, and thousands of tiny city lights glowed. Despite the shadows, I could still make out Robert’s intense expression.
I parted my lips, but before I could say anything, he walked over to me and pushed me back until I hit the edge of the bed. I fell onto it, so I was sitting on it, my legs hanging over the edge. He leaned down and kissed me.
It was gentle at first. He tasted slightly of toothpaste, and when he deepened the kiss, his tongue grazing mine, I let out a soft moan. His fingers tangled in my hair, which sent sent tingles of pleasure and heat through my body. I gripped his bicep, digging my fingernails into the curve of his muscle. When he angled his head, his stubble scraped my chin, and I let out a gasp.
Robert pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. “Does it hurt?” His brows were furrowed with concern.
I shook my head quickly, and reached for his jaw with my hand, caressing the stubble. “No. I like it.” I leaned forward to kiss him again. “I like how rough it feels. I’ve been imagining it forever,” I said against his lips.
His jaw tensed for a moment, and then he was kissing me hard, his tongue exploring my mouth, leaving me breathless. His hands ran up and down my sides, before grabbing the front of my robe. “This fucking robe,” he said.
My breath hitched. I don’t think I’d ever heard him curse, and it was hot as hell.
In one swift motion, he untied the robe, and it fell open, exposing the sheer dress I wore underneath. He touched the soft silk of the dress, his breathing slowing down. “This dress drives me crazy. Ever since I saw a peek of it…”
“Yeah?” My voice was embarrassingly high.
“Every time I saw you walk around with the robe on, I wanted to pull it off. See this dress properly.” One of his big hands grazed over my breasts, his thumb brushing over my nipples, the stiff peaks glaringly obvious through the thin material of my dress. “The night I slept in your room…you took the robe off just before turning the lamp off. I couldn’t sleep after that. I couldn’t stop thinking about you in this.”
I thought of how his voice had gone rough as we said goodnight. I hadn’t thought anything of it. To find out that this whole time…
