Page 55 of A Major Puck Up

Pulling back, she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. “You’re a little possessive, huh?”

And now I’m back to gripping her hair tight. “Terribly when it comes to you.”

“That’s kind of hot.” She slips a finger between the buttons of my shirt and tugs, teasing.

“Oh yeah? What else do you find hot?” I want to know her every desire. Want to give her every first.

“Your bathtub was pretty hot.”

Silently telling my cock to stand down, I press a kiss to her jaw, then straighten. “I think you liked sucking my cock in my bathtub.”

She licks her lips. “Oh, I really liked that.”

Images of that night pummel me as I fixate on her mouth. Memories of teaching her how to deep-throat me. Praising her, encouraging her, rewarding her. Fuck, everything about that night was perfect. How is it that every time I’m with her, it’s more perfect than the last time?

“So, your plans?”

She bites down on her bottom lip. “I lied. Just needed an excuse to get you to bring me back here.”

Tugging her close, I squeeze her to my chest and plant a kiss on the top of her head. “You know I wasn’t leaving that house without you.”

She sighs and pulls away. Then she spins on her heel and wanders out to the living room. Fuck, do I like seeing her in my space. She fits here.

“I was nervous that you’d get weird after having breakfast with my dad.”

Dipping my head, I take my wallet out of my pocket and drop it onto the black marble island, then pull two bottles of water from the fridge. With a nod, I head to the couch, silently inviting her to join me. “I know this makes me an asshole, but it’s like I’ve somehow disassociated you from him. Like I know you’re his daughter, his Millie, the one I’ve heard about nonstop for the past ten years.”

She saunters over and settles her legs on either side of my hips, straddling me.

I set our waters on the cushion beside me and grasp her thighs. “But now you’re my Millie too.”

She grinds against me and brings her lips to mine. “I am your Millie, Gavin. I’m all yours?—”

My phone rings, interrupting her, and she straightens.

I drop my head back against the couch, annoyed by the interruption, and lift my hips while clutching her with one hand so she can’t move. Then I dig the device out of my pocket.

Aiden’s name flashes on the display, which means I’ve got no choice but to answer. If I don’t, he’ll just keep calling. “Hello.”

“We’re going out tonight.”

I grunt. “No we’re not.”

“Come on. You didn’t celebrate with us last week, and you didn’t come out with us last night either. You get a girlfriend or something?”

Millie grins, obviously catching Aiden’s side of the conversation.

“Leave him be,” Brooks says in the background. “If he doesn’t want to come, we don’t have to go out.”

There’s a muffled feminine laugh, then Sara says, “Come on, Brookie baby. We’re going out!”

I grit my teeth. “I’m not coming.”

Millie pulls her phone out of her back pocket, holds it up, then turns it so I can see the text on the screen.

Daniel: Dad said we’re going to dinner? If you’re going to use me as a cover for whoever you’re hanging out with, you best be meeting me out for drinks later. And bring the guy. Need to see if he’s good enough for my little sister.

I raise my eyes to her, and she shrugs before typing and then showing me her message.

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