Page 6 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

With a chuckle, he says, “Patience, Trouble.”

How am I supposed to have patience? The last time I had sex was with slimy Troy. He was drunk and didn’t even try to make sure I had a good time. I’d been so touch-starved, I’d happily taken those scraps of his attention.

Attention. I need to pay attention. There’s something else going on here, and my brain is trying to remind me of it…

“Your friend,” I finally say. “He’s coming back, right?”

“He is.”

“Maybe we should go somewhere else…?”

“Is that a question, or a request?”

I pull back slightly to stare up at him. “Well, I mean, it’s kind of rude for us to hook up in the room he got, while he’s off to the side doing his own thing.”

With a playfully raised eyebrow, he says, “I suppose it could be rude. Unless he likes to watch.”

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"PANTIES OFF"

Evelyn

Oh. Oh. Is this the situation I’ve walked into? Calling one hot man “Daddy” and hooking up with him while his equally hot friend looks on?

From the barely restrained intensity in his light brown eyes, the lust in his expression, and the hard length of him pressing into my hip, I think the answer is yes. Yes, this is the situation I’ve walked into.

And yes, I’m going to stick around and see this through. With how much I want it, I’d be a fool not to.

“I like you, Evie,” he says, “and I might want to do this again with you sometime. So it’s important to me that you not only consent, but you enthusiastically consent. In fact, I want you begging for it so I know that the only wrong choice here would be to send you on your way.”

“I—” Words fail me.

He waits, a tender look replacing the lust. When I still don’t speak, he takes a small step back. “It’s okay, Trouble. You can go, or you can stay and I’ll tell Caleb to find somewhere else to hang out?—”

“No, I want to do this,” I blurt. Deep breath. Deep breath. “Even with your friend here. It would be hot.”

“It would be.” He touches my chin, tilts my face up to his, kisses me softly once more. “Have you ever done something like this before? Do you have any fantasies you want to play out tonight?”

I shake my head. I almost tell him about Troy, how selfish he was, how he never cared to ask me these things. But Troy’s name doesn’t belong in this moment.

“If there’s anything you want,” he says, “don’t be afraid to ask. If you want things to stop, tell me immediately. Understand?”

“Yes, I understand.”

He kisses me again, and the tenderness quickly builds up into scorching desire. His hands are in my hair, tugging the tresses loose of their careful updo. I grip his shoulders, wrap my leg around one of his legs, grind myself against him. His cock is hard behind his pants and I explore it with my hips and tummy, pressing against him to discover the shape, to discover what kind of pressure might drive him wild.

Squeezing my ass, he says, “Oh, baby girl, you’re a wildcat, aren’t you?”

Crap, I’m acting too eager. I start to pull away.

“No, don’t stop. I like this. Be the little troublemaker I know you are.”

“Okay…Daddy,” I say, trying on the name again.

“Fuck, yes.” He pulls down the sleeve of my dress, exposing one of my tits because I’m not wearing a bra.

There’s a click behind me, and a wry voice says, “James. I thought I told you not to start without me.”

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