On the night Erin decides to give in to her boyfriend’s increasingly pressured demands for sex, she discovers Chip has already moved on. Devastated by his cheating, she finds sympathy in an unlikely person—Chip’s father. Jared comforts Erin, but his soothing caresses change to something more. She will lose her virginity as planned, but to an unexpected lover in an all-consuming tide of passion that allows no room for thinking about little things like condoms or consequences…
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“I shouldn’t have been such a baby about it.”
Jared frowned. “How old are you?”
He grimaced. “You have plenty of time yet, and there’s no reason to rush into sex. Are you waiting for marriage?”
She shook her head.
Again, Erin shook her head.
He tapped her chest very gently with one finger, centered on her heart. “So, look in here and figure out why you weren’t ready to have sex with Chip.”
She wrinkled her brows, really thinking about it for a long time. “I guess I just didn’t quite trust Chip.” The admission embarrassed her, and she looked away, breaking eye contact with Jared. It was odd to admit she didn’t trust his son, but that was the truth. In the back of her mind, she’d always half-expected Chip to return to his player ways. Of course, she’d been naïve enough to think he’d actually break up with her first.
A gentle hand on her chin forced her to look back at him. “That’s good. You trusted your instincts.”
Erin wiped at her face, suddenly conscious of just what a mess she must be. “I didn’t completely. Tonight, I was going to sleep with him.” She whispered the confession, licking her dry lips. Her gaze flew up when Jared moaned softly. “Are you okay?”
He nodded, but still looked a little pained. “Wait here.” He got up, tightening the tie of his robe a bit, as he walked out of the room through another door. When he returned with a wet cloth, she assumed that room must be the bathroom.
Erin held out her hand for the washcloth, but he ignored it. Instead, Jared sat down beside her again, as close as before, and began cleaning her face with gentle strokes. After a few minutes, he nodded, looking satisfied. “That’s much better, honey. You don’t need all that junk anyway.” His perfectly shaped lips formed a warm smile that made her stomach clench. “I personally prefer you in your usual state.”
“Thank you, Mr. Maxwell.” For some reason, his kindness triggered another round of tears, and she went back to his arms willingly, actively seeking out the comfort his body provided. His firm body. Jared was a warm, solid presence against her. With a little start, she realized the man holding her was quite muscular, and his skin was a welcome heat burning through the thin robe covering him.
She was embarrassed when her nipples suddenly tightened to hard little points. Erin lifted her head, searching his expression. “I, I think I’m okay now, Mr. Maxwell.”
“Jared,” he said in a throaty whisper.
She nodded, but didn’t have the temerity to use his proffered first name. “Um, I should go now.”
Jared cupped the back of her head, his thumb gently caressing the line of her jaw. “Maybe you should wait a few more minutes, to make sure you’re composed. I couldn’t bear it if you were in an accident because you left too soon.”