ONLINE NOVEL XO Christmas with My Ex’s Dad: Chapter 14
I wish I could call off and just spend the day with Faye…I mean I suppose I could but I’m pretty sure she has to work herself so what would be the point.
The steam from my coffee curls around my face as I take a final sip, savoring the bitter taste that jolts my senses awake. I catch the soft patter of her footsteps coming, and a small smile plays on my lips. Every day feels brighter with her here.
“Morning,” she greets as she breezes past me, a trench coat tightly belted around her waist. I can sense her urgency in the way she moves. She leans in, pressing a quick kiss to my lips, and whispers, “I’ve gotta go.”
“Wait.” My brows knit together as I grab her wrist, stopping her mid-step. “What’s the rush?”
Faye giggles, trying to wriggle free.”I’m going to be late for work,” she says, and I notice the slightest hint of anxiety in her voice.
I study the oversized trench coat draped over her slender frame. My eyes narrow, curiosity piqued. “What’s with the coat?” I ask.
“Nothing. Just… cold outside.” Faye stammers, avoiding my gaze. Her fingers nervously toy with the belt cinching the coat tight around her waist. I don’t buy it. There’s something she’s not telling me.
“Let’s see what you’ve got under there.” I step closer, my tone teasing but firm. She tries to stop me, holding the coat closed, but I gently brush her hands aside, undoing the buttons one by one. “Come on, don’t fight me.”
When the coat finally falls open, my breath catches. Beneath it, Faye is wearing a revealing, sexy two-piece outfit—delicate lace and straps that leave little to the imagination.
“God, Faye,” I murmur, my voice catching in my throat. Heat surges through me, and my gaze darkens as my body responds immediately. I take a deep breath, struggling to maintain control. “No.”
Her eyes widen, confusion flickering across her face. “What do you mean, ‘no’? I’m going to work.”
My jaw tightens, and my resolve hardens like iron. “You’re not going anywhere dressed like that.”
Faye scoffs, her frustration evident. “It’s my job, Griffin. You knew that when we started this.”
I shake my head, my voice firm. “I don’t care. I don’t want other men looking at you like this.” My hands clench into fists, the possessiveness I feel for her surging through me.
“Ugh,” she rolls her eyes. “I’ve been doing this long before you came along. It’s not your call.”
Closing the distance between us, my hands slide to her waist, pulling her closer. “It is my call if it’s my woman they’re looking at.”
Faye blushes but doesn’t relent. “You can’t just tell me to quit my job.”
My lips graze her neck, and I whisper, “I bet I can convince you.” My hands trail down to her hips as I pepper kisses along her collarbone and down to the edge of her lacy top. A growl escapes me.
Faye shivers under my touch, and I can sense her protests faltering. “Griffin, I’m going to be late,” she whispers, but her voice lacks conviction.
A smirk tugs at my lips, and with ease, I lift her effortlessly and set her down on the couch. “This won’t take long.”
The warmth of Faye’s body radiates against me as I push the lace of her panties aside. Her scent, intoxicating and familiar, fills my senses, making it impossible to focus on anything else. Lowering myself between her thighs, I allow my tongue to dance skillfully along her most sensitive areas, teasing and tasting her.
“Griffin,” she moans, her hands gripping the couch cushions so tightly her knuckles turn white. Her back arches off the couch as I devour her like she’s my favorite meal, a feast of desire that I can’t resist. My hands grip her hips, keeping her in place as she writhes beneath me, completely lost in the sensation.
“God, you taste so good,” I groan, my voice husky with need. Every part of me is aflame with the urgency to claim her, to show her just how much she means to me.
As I continue to lavish attention on her, Faye’s breathing grows more ragged, her moans music to my ears. The world narrows down to just the two of us, our bodies entwined in a dance of passion that is all-consuming.
But suddenly, the sound of the front door opening freezes us both. My heart skips a beat as Elliot’s voice calls out, “Dad? You home?” Panic shoots through me like a bolt of lightning, my body tensing with the knowledge that we’ve been caught.
Before I can react or pull away, Elliot walks into the living room. His face shifts from confusion to amusement as he takes in the scene before him, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“Seriously, Dad? On the couch, you old dog.” Elliot’s voice slices through the air like a knife. I jerk away from Faye, grabbing the edge of her coat and pulling it over her exposed body. The sudden loss of contact leaves me feeling cold, and an unfamiliar anxiety churns in my gut.
“Elliot, get out,” I snap, my voice rough and heavy with frustration. He doesn’t move, his gaze locked on Faye. The smirk that had been playing on his lips fades, replaced by something darker. “Wait. Is that… Faye?”