Page 77 of Tasting Innocence
Chapter Thirty
When we get backto Dex’s house, it’s almost eleven, so when we spot his dad in the living room, we stop short.
“Hey, Dad,” Dex says, his voice giving away his confusion. “Didn’t think you were here.”
My heart jumps into my throat as I rub my hands together in a nervous gesture. It doesn’t look too good to be bringing a girl home at this time and then say you didn’t think your dad would be there. I’ve met his dad before, but haven’t seen him in a while. I wonder if he’ll make Dex take me home.
His dad looks over his shoulder, and when he notices me, he stands up and puts his drink on the table.
“Hi.”
“This is Violet,” Dex says. “Do you remember her?”
Mr. Anderson smiles. “Yes. Renzo’s sister, right?”
I nod and grin. “That’s right.”
His eyes bounce between us. “So…”
“We’re dating now,” Dex offers with a chuckle.
“Oh,” his eyebrows shoot up. “Well, that’s nice.”
I feel awkward, but smile through it.
“How was work?” Dex asks him.
“Lots of meetings and phone calls. We’re working with a new marketing company, and it’s just…” he trails off, running a hand through his hair. “Anyway, just a little stressful.” He takes his glass to the kitchen and places it in the sink. “I’ll head up to bed and you two can watch TV.” He gives me a smile. “Nice seeing you again.”
“You too, Mr. Anderson,” I reply with a matching friendly smile.
After he disappears upstairs, Dex snorts. “Mr. Anderson?”
“What? I’m being polite. Plus, I’m not entirely sure I know his first name,” I say with an awkward grin.
Dex laughs. “Owen.”
I playfully roll my eyes. “Anyway. TV?”
He gives me a mischievous look, stalking forward and grabbing my hips. “I had something else in mind.”
I bite down my grin. “With your dad here?”
He chuckles as he starts kissing my neck. “I’m pretty sure he’s been home while we’ve been in my room before.”
I jerk back, eyes wide. “What? For real?”
We’ve had sex a couple more times since my first time. Once was here and the other time was at my house when my parents were gone. However, we tend to spend more time here, because his dad isn’t usually home. “It’s a big house, Vi. His room is on the opposite side. Don’t worry.”
“What if he comes back down and sees that we’re not watching TV?”
“Then he’ll probably think I took you home. I’m grown. He’s not gonna bust into my room. He almost never goes in there.”
Dex continues to kiss and touch me, slowly ripping away any concern I have of doing things under the same roof with his dad.
“Come on, sweet Violet,” he murmurs huskily in my ear before grabbing my hand and tugging me upstairs.
In his room, we both make quick work of removing our clothes. Naked and sprawled across his bed, he dives between my legs, tasting how aroused I am already. Dex spends ample time bringing me close to orgasm, teasing me in the most delicious way possible.