Everything was just too perfect.
As my climax built, I slammed my eyes shut. My hips bucked into Maccon’s bearded face as he sent me over the edge splendidly.
“You’re incredible,” I murmured when I was finally able to catch my breath after he climbed up from the floor to join me on the bed.
“I could say the same thing about you, sweetheart.”
He pulled me in toward him, and I rested my head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For not killing Elijah and letting him go because I asked you to.” I looked into his hardening face.
“It was one of the hardest things I have ever done, if I am being honest here.” Hearing him admit that to me meant everything.
“I had no idea, for the record. I’ve only known him for a few years.”
Maccon kissed my forehead. “That thought never crossed my mind.”
“Good.”
“Can we just move on from this?” he asked before kissing me quickly.
“And move on to the fact that I accidently started dating a single dad whose kid is my student?”
Maccon chuckled. “Fuck. We really know how to start a relationship, don’t we?”
“It’s a good story at least,” I teased, shifting more into him.
“That’s one way to look at it. The hard part is going to be keeping this from Emerson.”
“Well, she won’t be my student forever, and besides, I have a feeling you don’t take introducing her to a woman lightly.”
Maccon’s arms wrapped around me tighter. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m starting to get the sense that you are too,” I admitted to him.
It wasn’t like I was naïve to the world he lived in. I had dated enough of the type to know what I was getting myself into. The president flash he donned on his chest wasn’t lost on me, and I would be a liar if I didn’t admit that it scared the shit out of me to some extent. But, at the same time, it was thrilling, and how much he cared for his daughter was the nail in the coffin, my complete kryptonite all in one fucking package of a gorgeous man.
As Maccon slowly drifted off to sleep, I lay in his arms with every thought of how amazing and terrible the entire situation could be running through my mind, but he seemed to be worth the risk.
Epilogue
Kinsley
Ten months later
Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months, and before we knew it, summer vacation was starting.
Maccon and I had done well just dating and getting to know each other over the year while Emerson flourished in school.
Maccon: Are you ready for dinner at my place?
As I sat on my bed, nervously waiting to get ready to head to his house for the first time, I read his message over and over.
Me: As ready as I am ever going to be.
I was ready to take the next step with Maccon and finally reveal to his sweet little girl that I was in love with her father—something I hadn’t even admitted to him yet. It was a little secret we had both been tiptoeing around since a month after we met.