Page 191 of Daddy, Take Me Away
“Oh! Yes, please.”
He tugged my hips back a bit further and sank one of his fingers inside. Artair was a big man, and his hands and fingers were large as well. Only one digit offered me that feeling of fullness I desired. I clenched around it as he stroked my clit.
“Do you want to come, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy, yes please!” Any reservations I’d had about calling him that title had disappeared, and now all I wanted was to please him and be on the receiving end of his pleasure.
He pinched my nub between his fingers. A reaction so powerful I’d never felt anything like it before pinged through me. Heat raced down my spine and my body felt like it shattered into millions of pieces. I hung in space for long moments before collapsing against the back of the couch, completely wrung out. Artair removed his finger and scooped me bridal-style into his arms. I snuggled against his chest, enjoying how his large frame made me feel safe and secure.
He lay me down in the bedroom on a bed that was so deep and soft, my eyes were already closing when a moment later, he swiped between my legs with a warm, wet towel then patted me dry. He covered me with a crisp sheet and a heavy blanket. Cocooned in warmth and comfort, it was hard to stay awake, but I needed to know what came next.
“I’ll pick you up for lunch tomorrow, Luna, and we’ll make a plan for everything you want to see while you’re on vacation.”
I wanted to tell him it wasn’t a vacation, but my thoughts were a jumbled mess of sleepiness. I grunted in agreement, and it was only when I heard his retreating footsteps that I remembered dessert before falling into a deep sleep.
Chapter Four
Artair
“Wake up, sleeping beauty, it’s time for your adventure to begin.” I placed a steaming cup of coffee down on the bedside table, allowing the rich chicory aroma to float toward her, and stood back, watching her slowly become conscious. Her cute little nose wrinkled and sniffed the air, reminding me of a bunny, which, like everything else about her, I found fascinating.
“Artair?”
Her sleepy voice held a note of desire, and I would have preferred to join her in bed over taking her to lunch, but I’d made a promise, and I planned to make good on it. “It’s me. When you didn’t answer your phone, I decided to come and wake you up myself. It’s almost 1 pm.”
“What?”
Luna’s eyes flew wide as she struggled to sit up in bed. She winced when her backside made contact and rolled onto her side. Every emotion, every thought, so evident that again I found myself marveling at the purity of her expressions. It was hard to find someone who wasn’t hiding behind their outer bluster.
“I’m so sorry. I guess I really needed the sleep.”
“No apologies necessary, lass. Don’t forget you’re in day one of a new time zone; we are nine hours ahead of what you are accustomed to.”
She reached for her cup of brew and leaned back, a smile on her face. “Thank you for this. Oh! We should have dessert for breakfast.”
“Will a sugary treat get you out of bed?”
Her smile grew. “It sure would.”
“You’re incorrigible.” I stood and made my way back to the tiny kitchen to grab a dessert from last night and cutlery.
“What does that mean?” she called out to my retreating back.
I just shook my head. How could she not know what that meant? “It means that your behavior is questionable and in need of correcting,” I shouted back. Okay, so not completely accurate, but fitting. “Here, let’s enjoy this lovely dish.”
Luna sat up, wincing once again, but relaxed after a few breaths, her eyes widening at what lay on the plate I placed on the bed.
“What is that? It looks delicious.”
“Coffee Meringue—brandy ice cream with chocolate sauce and sugared walnuts.”
She blinked at me. “That was very specific. You’ve had this before?”
“No, but there is a reason I’m a damn good lawyer, I have an eidetic memory.”
“Seriously? So you know the entire menu just from reading it last night?”
“Exactly.”
