Missing by Noelle Adams

at all.” Lynn kept her voice light and gave him a dry
smile, to make sure the mood didn’t get too deep or intense.
    Her tone didn’t work at all. For some reason, her words hit Nathan
hard. He sucked in a breath and looked away again.
    “I was just teasing,” she said, squeezing his arm and no
longer caring if he thought she was being too pushy. She hadn’t meant to hurt
him. “Teenagers always think their parents are unreasonable tyrants who don’t
understand them.”
    He gave a half-shrug. “You’re probably right, but sometimes
I think I was.”
    Lynn was surprised he’d said the words, but she wasn’t
surprised by the sentiment. Nathan had always been a controlling man—which
she’d observed when she’d been an intern for him—and that tendency would only
intensify with someone he loved as much as his daughter. He probably had been unreasonable. He probably hadn’t given Elizabeth enough space, enough
freedom.
    It was entirely possible that the rift in his relationship
with the girl was part of the consequences of that.
    She desperately hoped the consequences weren’t irreparable,
since it was clearly tearing him apart.
    “Just try to talk to her,” she said, finding it impossible
not to say something that might give Nathan a little comfort, a little hope.
“She’ll know you’re trying. It will mean something to her.”
    He just stared at her for a minute, and she had no idea what
was going on in his mind. Then something changed in his expression. He gave her
a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “I will.”
    She knew that was the end of the conversation. He’d let his
guard down a little, but the walls were up again now.
    Which was just as well. Lynn was feeling way too soft and
emotional, which could only be stupid and dangerous.
    She smiled back at him and pushed herself up enough to pull
his wrinkled dress shirt off his shoulders. “I don’t know why you’re still
wearing clothes,” she murmured, letting a familiar erotic mood ease them back
into the interaction they were used to.
    Nathan leaned up enough to let her pull his shirt off.
“You’re still wearing clothes too.”
    She wore her silk camisole and skirt, both worn so hard from
the first two rounds of sex they might never be the same.  “We’ll worry about
undressing me later.”
    She leaned down to kiss his mouth, and the kiss deepened
quickly. Her body flooded with pleasure and feeling when she heard Nathan make
a helpless groan as she stroked his lips with her tongue.
    After a minute, she kissed her way down to his chest,
squeezing his sides as she mouthed his nipples and then down to his tight
belly.
    She could feel his breathing accelerate, feel the muscles of
his stomach tensing as her mouth got lower and lower.
    When she glanced up at his face, she saw he was staring down
at her, something almost hungry in his blue eyes.
    She smiled, feeling both excited and strangely tender. She
pushed down his trousers and underwear until she got them off his legs and
dropped them to the floor. After she pulled off his socks, he was completely
naked.
    He wasn’t fully erect, but he hardened a little more as she
lowered her mouth to his stomach again.
    “Lynn,” Nathan said hoarsely, one of his hands moving to
tangle in her hair.
    She hummed against his skin, kissing her way even lower. His
belly shuddered under her mouth, and he sucked in a sharp breath when she
wrapped her hand around his half-erect penis.
    “Lynn,” he muttered, one of his legs shifting as she started
to stroke him, loving the way his shaft swelled beneath her hand, “Lynn, you
don’t have to—” He broke off abruptly when she leaned down and twirled her
tongue lightly on the tip.
    “I know I don’t have to,” she murmured. “I like to. I want
to. Do you have any objections?”
    “No object—” The word was cut off with another gasp when she
took him fully in her mouth. He tasted faintly of his semen from coming
earlier, and his shaft grew quickly