Substitute Daddy by Dahlia Rose

before. She was in love with all the little girl styles for spring, and even though they lived on a ranch, it didn’t mean Lilah couldn’t be cute. By the time they came back to the penthouse, the sun was setting. She looked forward to seeing Central Park and the Met and other museums with Matthew and Lilah when she could understand and appreciate the city.
    Later, while Lilah slept in the portable crib they picked up, she and Matthew sat with their backs against the sofa and watched the lights of the city come on as darkness descended. Matthew made hot chocolate to help warm her up, and being snuggled in his arms on the soft carpet wasn’t bad either.
    “So when are we going home?” Grace asked.
    “Tired of the city already?” Matthew teased.
    “It’s fun, but it’s not home.” Grace laced her fingers with his. “I miss the dry air and the smell of hay. You made it home for me and Lilah, and I miss it.”
    He kissed her gently. “I miss it too. I’ll finish out some things here and we can go home.”
    She molded her body closer. “I’m glad to hear it. So…you made a promise of later?”
    “I was going to romance you.” He nibbled her lips.
    “How about right here, right now?” Grace suggested in a sultry voice. “With the lights of New York as a backdrop. What can be more romantic than that?”
    “Oh, honey, I think your romance works for me.” Matthew swooped in for a kiss that left her breathless.
    After all the upheaval, all Grace wanted to do was feel. Matthew pulled her closer and she kissed him softly, then with growing ardor. She felt his hand delve into her hair at the back of her neck as their tongues danced. When they got home, he’d showered and changed into a blue button down shirt and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Grace’s fingers nimbly unbuttoned his shirt, and she ran her fingers over his muscular, smooth chest.
    The feel of his hard, toned body was addictive, and soon his chest wasn’t enough. Their lips clung together passionately, and her hands trailed slowly down his sides to the waist of his pants. Matthew moaned and pulled her leg over his hard thighs so she was closer to him. He cupped her breasts over the material of her peach cashmere sweater, making her arch in delight and press herself more firmly into his strong fingers. Grace moaned softly against his lips and only stopped the kiss so she could pull her sweater over her head. Matthew’s hands worked at the back of her bra, and as soon as her breasts spilled free, he cupped them and kissed the soft mounds.
    “Matthew.”
    Grace whispered his name as desire flowed along her veins, and with every heartbeat it fueled her passion. She stood and finished undressing while Matthew watched her every movement. His eyes traveled along her body as if he was committing every curve to memory. She laughed huskily as he moved with speed, trying to get as naked as she was, and when he held out his hand to her, Grace moved willingly into his arms. Matthew moved from kissing her lips with intensity that took her breath away to her breasts and took a nipple into his mouth. The sensation made her tremble, and she held his head to her as he caused slivers of need to pierce her core.
    “More, please, Matthew, I’ve never felt like this before,” Grace whispered.
    He pulled her nearer and spread her legs wider, leaving her open and exposed to his whims.
    “Watch how I touch you,” he demanded huskily.
    She met his gaze and nodded and watched as his hand slid down between her breasts to the flat plane of her stomach to settle between her thighs.
    “I like that you trim and not shave,” he murmured. His first touch caused her to jerk against his hand. She was already dripping wet. “Do you like how that feels?”
    “Yes.” Grace bit her lip as her hips moved involuntarily.
    She watched as he slowly rubbed her clit then did so with a little more pressure. Grace whimpered from a mouth swollen from his kisses and writhed in