Page 53 of Daddy's Unexpected Gift

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STERLING

I had an entire evening planned, dinner, and then a stroll touring some high-end galleries, but Cecelia kept staring at me, and the way she kept staring at me made me think that maybe we needed to skip everything and go home.

“What’s next?” she asked after we had been gazing at each other over an empty table for a while.

“I could continue to charm you and convince you that I am a man of many talents, or…”

“Or?”

“We could skip all of that and I could show you,” I practically growled. The need in my chest to get Cecelia alone was feral. It didn’t care about nuance and seduction.

To my surprise, she didn’t blush. “Dress on floor time?” she asked in all innocence.

My cock surged. It was all I could do not to lunge for her then and there, claim her right now, consequences be damned.

I jumped to my feet and pulled her along with me. The car had better be waiting.

“Sterling.” She laughed as she had to run to keep up with my strides.

I practically tossed her into the back of the car when it pulled up. I dove in after her and pulled her against my chest. My mouth found her skin, and I began kissing and sucking and tasting.

“Sterling, you’re being a beast.” She pushed me back and then made knowing glances toward the front of the car.

“He’s not going to care,” I growled.

“Maybe not, but I am. No sex in the car. Please.”

I ran my hand through my hair and then wrapped my arms around Cecelia’s shoulders. “Of course. This is going to be the longest ride home in history,” I snarled.

“The nanny!” Cecelia sat up and looked panicked. “She can’t see me. I’m not having sex with the nanny at your place.”

“We don’t have to go to my home. We can go to yours,” I suggested.

“Yes!” she exclaimed as if it were a fabulous new idea.

I chuckled. I think she was as muddleheaded as I was right now. All I could think of was how soon I could touch her, and she was trying to figure out where. I gave the driver instructions to her apartment.

Cecelia melted against me, her body, soft and warm, pressed into me. It was torture to not stroke and caress every inch of her. If I started, I wouldn’t stop, and I'd promised no sex in the car. I had to be content with her kisses, her wonderful, tempting kisses.

My groin ached long before we made it to her apartment complex.

We both practically ran as soon as the car stopped. Cecelia kept giggling and turning around to make sure I was behind her. As if I were going to let her get away from me. She had her keys out. I took them from her and grabbed her, pressing her against the door as I unlocked it. My lips were on hers, my hands finally roaming over her curves.

The door opened, and I pulled the keys before tossing them on the little table she had. I kicked the door shut and grabbed her again. Or maybe she was grabbing me. Her hands were on me as much as my hands were on her.

She fumbled the buttons of my shirt as I gathered the hem of her dress into my fists and pulled it up. Our lips barely parted as I hauled the dress over her head, and then we were pressed back together, consuming each other in a mutual fire of passion and lust.

I kicked off one shoe and took a few steps before having to pause to pull the other one off. We left a trail of our belongings between the front door and her bed. We crashed together onto the mattress. I rolled with her in my arms as we continued to fight the rest of our clothes off. So much for seduction. I needed her skin against mine.

I shuddered and let out a long breath when her naked breasts grazed my ribs. Yes, this. All of this. I caressed my hands over her smooth back and over the fullness of her hips. I needed more hands, more lips. There wasn’t enough of me to get all of her that I craved.

I rolled, pulling Cecelia over me. “I want you where I can see you,” I growled.

She perched on my hips, my cock pressed between us. She braced against my shoulders. This was better. I could see her, touch her with my eyes and my hands. Her breasts spilled over, too much bounty for just one hand as I held them, caressed them.

She licked and nibbled her lower lip as I toyed with her nipples between my fingers. She clutched my forearms. Her hips rocked back and forth, slowly at first. Her slick heat glided over my shaft.

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