When my dick reached epic hardness and I started considering a way to hike up her skirt and fuck her on her desk, Sutton had the sense to pull back, and our kiss was broken with a painful sigh.
Opening my eyes, I gazed down at my girl. As her own eyes cleared up a bit, she gave me a tremulous smile and said, "God, I missed you."
Those four words tipped me over the edge and I pretty much fucking kissed my soul goodbye. I know I'm probably still destined to screw things up with Sutton but I've decided, until then, my soul is her bitch. Until I screwed it up I was going to be selfish and push forward to possess every bit of her that I could.
Stepping back so her fingertips were dislodged from my pants, I reached down and adjusted myself, earning a sexy giggle. Turning around, I grabbed the paper bag from the chair and handed it to her. "I brought you something."
"From your trip out west?" she asked with excitement as she reached for the bag.
"Sadly, no. From the grocery store down the street."
She grinned at me and reached inside the bag, "Well, it's the thought that counts."
Her brows angled inward as her fingers made contact with her gift within the depths of the brown paper. When she pulled it out, her face lit up with joy and she held up for me to see the bag of Hershey's Kisses with Almonds.
"How in the world did you know these were my favorite?"
"I have my connections," I assured her with a smirk.
"Minnie," she said emphatically. "That woman ratted me out."
"She was just trying to give me a leg up," I said in Minnie's defense. "I'm trying to get in good with you."
Stepping back toward me, she stood on her tiptoes to kiss me, so I bent down to oblige her. It was a sweet laying of lips upon mine, brief and soft, and then she stepped back. "You're already in good with me."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah … you give me some amazing orgasms."
I sucked in my breath so fast with an unexpected laugh that I choked, which in turn caused me to have a coughing fit. Sutton winked at me with a grin, and then handed me the bag of chocolate.
I took it from her with my eyebrows raised.
"You have to keep this," she told me. "I only allow myself two a day. If I keep it, I'll eat the entire thing the minute you leave."
"Fine," I told her with a nod as I put the chocolates in the brown paper bag. "You can have two tonight after dinner."
"My hero, my jailer," she lamented. "And before I forget," she said as she rounded her desk again. "I finalized all of the material for the outreach program. I'm going to set up a talk with one of the local high schools and want to know if you can go with me. Sort of like a practice run."
"Absolutely," I told her as her phone started to ring on her desk. "Let's work it around my schedule and pick a time when I'll be here a few days."
Holding up her index finger for me to wait, she reached for the receiver with a smile and said, "What's up, Minnie?"
I watched as the light in her eyes dimmed just a bit and she gave a sigh. "Okay. Go ahead and send him back."
Placing the phone on the hook, she turned to me. "My dad is here to see me."
"Jim?" I asked with uncertainty, because I knew based on the way she talked about her stepdad that he practically walked on water and wouldn't cause that look on her face.
"No … my biological dad. Who you will have the pleasure of meeting in about ten seconds." Her voice was heavy with resignation.
The prospect of meeting Sutton's drug-addict father should have sent me scurrying, not only because it could be awkward but because it could remind me too much of my own father. But a protective instinct reared up within and I knew I would stay to make sure that Sutton was okay.
A knock on the door sounded timidly and Sutton said, "Come on in, Cosmo."
I turned to look at her and mouthed the word "Cosmo?"
She shrugged her shoulders at me as if to say, Hey, I didn't name the man, then put a smile on her face that looked a little plastic as she turned to face her birth father.
The man who entered bore no resemblance to Sutton. She got her auburn hair and hazel eyes from her mother, and Cosmo had dishwater blond hair and soft brown irises. He was average height but was tremendously skinny, his Adam's apple protruding out almost grotesquely and his cheeks gauntly hollow. He was wearing jeans that were smudged with dirt on the knees and a faded brown flannel shirt that looked about two sizes too big for him. While his clothes looked dirty and threadbare, the rest of him looked clean enough, although he clearly hadn't shaved in several days.