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He had her nicely tucked up on his lap, her ass wiggled against his cock making him groan. He kissed her again, cupping her breast, he ran his thumb over the tight nub. She let out a whimpering noise.
Fuck, yes.
He didn’t know how he’d managed to function these few weeks, his balls were aching, his mind constantly filled with thoughts of her naked and under him, of her riding him, of her spread-eagled and tied to his bed while he ate her out.
Yeah, he had fucking blue balls.
Tonight, he was determined to taste her. He was going to settle himself between those thighs and eat until he was sated. Might take a while.
He was a man with a big appetite. And he was pretty certain she was gonna become his favorite treat.
This afternoon, she’d woken from her nap and come to find him while she was still half-asleep, her hair all tousled and her eyes heavy-lidded. Each time she’d raised her hand to wipe at her eyes, that too-short nightie had ridden up giving him a glimpse of her red bottom or that gorgeous fucking pussy, depending on which way she was facing.
Adorable.
He’d discovered that after she napped, it took her a while to fully wake up and he hadn’t been happy she’d walked down the stairs in that condition. So she had a new rule that she had to call out for him to come get her when she woke up. She hadn’t been happy. That’s when he’d had her turn around and lift her nightie up over her hips so he could check on how red she still was. By the time he was finished inspecting her, her face was a much brighter red than her butt and he was so hard he was aching.
While she was napping, he’d taken the opportunity to do a bit more online shopping. He’d gotten himself a camera monitor for when she was napping.
He’d also taken a look at beds. Something that might resemble a cot without actually being one. He’d found this gorgeous wooden bed that was painted white with three solid sides that curled at the top. A sleigh daybed was the description. Which was perfect since he didn’t want her sleeping separate from him during the night. But when she was having a nap, he liked the idea of her sleeping in a cot-like bed.
But Little time was over now. It was time for some big girl play. He drew his head away from where he’d been kissing her neck and looked down at her.
“Babe, look at me.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Daisy-girl. Look at me.” He injected more steel into his voice and she looked up at him immediately. Fucked if he didn’t love that. “I want to know if this is moving too fast?”
“Too fast?” she groaned. Then she rolled her hips against his dick. Fuck him.
Fuck him.
He grabbed her hips, holding her still. “Daisy, you sure?”
“I’m sure,” she said breathlessly.
He pulled her mouth to his. Ravaged it. Damn she could kiss. This time she was the one to pull back.
“Got to tell you something first, though.” She sounded hesitant, unsure. He tensed. But before he could reply, his phone rang. Shit. Fuck. He gave her an apologetic look. “I’m so sorry, sugar. That’s my work ringtone. I have to get it.”
Her eyes looked glazed and she blinked up at him then shook her head as though shaking it free of cobwebs. “That’s okay.”
He set her aside then snatched up the phone. “Yeah?”
“Sorry to bother you, man,” Corbin said to him. “Tracking job has come up and they need you. Two kids have been taken. The police think it’s their father. Parents are estranged. Mother wants to hire us to help find them.”
Kids. Fuck. He hated when it was kids. “I’ll be there soon as I can.”
“Roger that.”
He ended the call and turned to Daisy. “Baby, I’m sorry.”
Christ, he hated leaving her. “You have to go, it’s all right.”
“If it wasn’t important, I wouldn’t.”