Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78773 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
“Sir,” she moans. “Carson... I’m going to—”
“Come,” I tell her. “Come.”
Bent over the bed beneath me, I feel the walls of her pussy clench as her second climax overtakes her, spurring me on until my own body quakes with climax. Christ, it’s powerful as I thrust in and out, our moans intermingling in the quiet of the room.
I pant, my cheek pressed to her damp skin. “Bloody gorgeous,” I whisper in her ear. I brush hair off her neck and kiss the sweet, private spot. “Bloody mine.”
She grins and nods. “Yes, sir. My God, this ‘more than one climax in a night’ thing’s bloody genius. No one’s ever done that for me before you.”
What the bloody hell has she been doing?
“Fucking shame,” I say, drawing out. “But I’m not done with you yet.”
I clean her up and get ready for bed, then draw her to my chest and glide my fingers to her pussy. I whisper filthy things in her ear, tell her all the ways I’ll use her, how I’ll spank her to tears then make it better, until she’s spasming and climaxing against my fingers again.
She was right. We’re both sated after another climax, but in the wee hours of the morning, she rolls over, and before I know what’s happening, we’re making love again. It feels right, though. So fucking right, to chase our pleasure together and fall asleep with her tucked in my arms. The warmth of her back to my chest soothes me like nothing else.
I fall into a dreamless sleep holding her.
We wake the next morning after the sun has risen, bright light filtering in the room from beneath the edge of the shade.
“Daddyyyy.” I hear Breena’s little voice from the other room. “Up, daddy?”
I look over at Megan, who’s just waking up herself. “Cuter than an alarm,” she says. “But it’s a shame we can’t have a morning quickie.”
“Is that right?” I ask her. “Maybe a sleepover at the mansion’s in order.”
She grins. We get out of bed, and when she catches sight of herself in the bathroom mirror, she yelps.
“Jesus God, my hair’s a rat’s nest,” she says. “I’m not used to this ‘waking up next to my partner’ thing. Good Lord, I need some time to look human again.”
I come up behind her and stare at our reflection in the mirror. She fits perfectly in my arms, just like this, her head against the hollow in my neck, my arms around her, my chin resting on top of her head.
“You look bloody perfect,” I tell her. And she does. Her cheeks are flushed pink, her vibrant green eyes bright, and I love the disheveled look of her chestnut hair. “You look gorgeous with or without makeup, with or without your hair all done.” I pause, my voice dropping to a lower pitch. “With or without clothes.”
“Mmmm,” she moans. My dick twitches in my boxers, and I press myself to the swell of her arse. “I love it when you talk dirty to me. Can’t believe you—” But she pauses and doesn’t complete her thought. Perhaps she’s remembering the proper belting she got for putting herself down the night before. And even though being spanked turns her on, it also bloody hurts.
She smiles at me. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”
My heart swells in my chest. I want to savor this. Hold her. Capture this moment in a bottle and cap it so it never goes away. Wrap her up and tuck her away so I never lose her.
Chapter 12
Megan
I could get used to this, and not just the fucking awesome sex, the unbridled passion, the way he orchestrates my body to ecstasy expertly. It isn’t even just the attention he pays me, the brilliant conversations, or the way he melts my heart into a puddle with his daughter. It’s so much more.
Breena’s sweet voice chattering on about her dolls and stuffed animals. The way he grins at the plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast I give him.
“Brilliant,” he says.
“Just simple food,” I tell him. It’s nothing fancy, certainly nothing like he can get up at the mansion where there’s a staff that cooks breakfast daily.
“I like simple,” he says with a hint of a smile. And it’s then that it hits me. I do, too. It’s all of this. The simple smell of fried bacon and hot tea. The way he takes Breena’s hand and she wraps her little dimpled fingers around his. The way he tussles her hair and lifts her to her highchair. And when she’s intent on her breakfast, the way he comes up behind me, slides my hair off my neck, and kisses me just so, just there, so I shiver with pleasure.
We eat our breakfast and chat with Breena, whose little toddler voice makes me melt.
“What are your plans today?” he asks.