Page 25 of Power Play

Jesus Christ.

I’m sitting here, imagining his hands and his mouth exploring my body, his cock filling me, all the while he’s in line ordering me a coffee and a cinnamon roll. What the fuck is wrong with me and why can’t I keep my head out of the gutter when I’m around this man?

Next, he’ll tell me to sit and call me a good girl, and I’ll spontaneously melt into a puddle of pleasure right here in this café.

Okayyy, Daddy.

By the time I realize I’m still staring at the man, he’s sliding into his seat, placing a tray between us with our coffees and practically every pastry they sell, a boyish grin plastered on his face that tells me I just got caught staring.

Passing me my coffee, Rex just smirks.

“Thank you,” I say, trying to ignore the blush I feel rising up my neck. “So, what’d you get us?”

“Uh, a little of everything. I’m pretty sure there isn’t a bad pastry here, so I just asked them to grab a bunch. Here, try this filled donut, it’s my favorite, it practically melts in your mouth.”

“I’m not really a fan of the filling inside donuts; it never tastes right, and I always struggle to swallow it. I’ll try a danish instead.”

“Trust me, Sawyer. I’ll never steer your wrong when it comes to food or putting things in your mouth. I promise this will be the best cream you’ve tasted. So far.” He grins, the innuendo very clear and causing my blush to intensify.

“Fine. But if it sucks, I’m spitting it out and blaming you.”

Grabbing the donut from him I just look at it. I wasn’t lying; I really don’t like filled donuts. I’m more of a maple bar girl, but there’s something about this man that just makes it so fucking difficult to say no. He sits across from me, sipping his coffee, while I practically stare at the donut like it offended me.

“Take a bite,” Rex grumbles.

Finally, I go to take a bite, and the corner of his lips tilt up just enough to see he’s holding back a smile. Goddamn, this man wasn’t kidding; this is delicious, and the cream just melts on my tongue, a hint of cinnamon filling my mouth.

“Good girl,” Rex says. “Now, what’d you think?”

I pause at his words, knowing damn well he’s probably watching me practically pant at his words.

Just hearing him say that has my clit pulsing, wetness starting to soak through my panties.

“Holy shit. It’s delicious,” I groan as the sugary deliciousness touches my tongue. “I’ll admit it; this is incredible.”

He watches me, his eyes darkening as he stares at my mouth, watching my tongue as I lick the rest of the cream off my lips. Slowly leaning forward, he reaches across the table, and with one gentle finger, he swipes the extra cream off the corner of my mouth. Never taking his eyes off of me, he brings his finger back to his mouth and licks it clean.

Holy shit, that had no business being that hot. But spoiler alert; it was.

“Mm. Yep. Even better than I remembered,” he grumbles before finally breaking our eye contact with a chuckle.

“You are trouble,” I announce before finally reaching for my coffee.

“I’ve been called worse. Now eat up. You don’t have long, and you need to try them all. We’ll have plenty of time to bullshit next time.”

The promise of a next time makes me blush.

We spend the next half-hour trying the rest of the pastries, and I’d be lying if I said they weren’t all delicious. By the time I’m grabbing my things to head out to work, I’m in a full-on sugar coma with a smug-looking Rex sitting across from me.

* * *

“Hey, Sawyer,” Sarah, my boss at the daycare, says as I walk into the office.

“Hey. How’s the day been?” I ask, throwing my bag behind the desk and clocking in.

“Oh, it’s been fine, a little busy though. We had some people call out, so we’ve been running a little bit of a tight ship. Think you’ll be okay without Claire today? She’s home with the stomach flu.”

“Yeah, it’ll be no problem. We usually only have eight kids in our room, and then for the evening program, there’s just three. Wednesdays are usually our slower nights anyway.”

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