Page 39 of Slippery When Wet

“Baby?” his sleep-filled voice rasped against my shoulder.

“Go back to sleep.”

“Bad dream?”

“Yes. No. I just… I’m okay,” I whispered, trying to make him go back to sleep. But I should have known better. Abel never let anything go.

“Talk to me, beautiful. Dime que soñastes?” he asked, curling his body closer into mine. I loved when he spoke Spanish to me.

“I didn’t dream—” I started to say, but he cut me off.

“Don’t lie to daddy,” Abel rumbled before turning me over. The man was crazy strong and moved my body around like I weighed nothing. Like I was a sack of flour instead of a curvy size-sixteen shorty. He sat up and made me straddle him.

“What did you dream about?” I opened and shut my mouth. That night had been swimming in my head the last couple of days. The dreams had felt so real.

“You were there, weren’t you?” I asked. There was something in his blue eyes, something that made my stiff shoulders relax. “You were my hero.” I wasn’t asking. I was speaking facts.

Daddy’s Adam’s apple bobbed, and his head tightly jerked forward, confirming my suspicion. A longer lock of dark hair shifted forward, and I moved to brush it away so I could see him better.

“You saved me,” I whispered.

“Officer Mor?—"

“Please, Abel,” I clipped, and he frowned.

“Abel?”

“I’m not kidding. I want the truth.” I deserved it. The memories of that night had been driving me crazy.

“Abel?” he repeated, but I wasn’t focused. I wasn’t paying close enough attention. I didn’t notice the way daddy started to come to life.

I loved that side of him.

I loved when it was Abel and Abby, but princess and daddy time was my favorite.

And even though it was the most inappropriate time, he didn’t seem to care. But again, I didn’t see it. I didn’t notice his subtle changes.

“Why didn’t you… why didn’t anyone… I mean…” My chest rose and ell. I was so confused. It had been him. He had been there. But no one told me. Not him, not anyone. As ticked as it made me when I sat there, I quickly realized I wasn’t upset.

“Abel—"

“Daddy,” he corrected sternly. Before I knew it, he moved me again. Still on his lap, but I faced the other way. My eyes locked on the large mirror that hung above the big dresser in front of us.

“What are you doing? Abel, I don’t understand why no one told me. Why you didn’t. I thought I had imagined you.” His hands cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples. “Daddy!” I moaned.

“Better,” he grunted. He reached and put my glasses on for me before going back to give my breasts the attention they craved. He liked it when I wore them. He said he wanted to make sure I knew exactly who I belonged to when he sunk into my body. As he pulled on and rolled my nipples with both hands, my head fell back and rested on his shoulder. “If you knew it was me, that I was there that night…” His voice drifted off to nothing and his touch softened.

“What?” I asked, my eyes locked on his.

“You really want to know, beautiful? Because there is no turning back.” His lips brushed against the pulse point over my neck. “You and I are it, princess. You’re mine, and I sure as fuck am yours.”

“Please,” I urged. I wasn’t sure if I was begging for the truth or for more of his touch. Both, I decided because I was a greedy girl when it came to daddy.

“You might not like the truth,” he warned, and my sex clenched. I was wet and aching, feeling so empty.

“Give it to me,” I begged. He made a deep rumbly sound that made me ache for so much more.

“I’d been following you,” he grunted. One of his hands stroked up and down my belly to my breast and back up. I was quickly getting sucked into the way he could make my body sing, but I was aware enough that I saw it. The worry in his gaze. “Following and loving you from afar. Watching you.”

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