Page 150 of Daddy By Design

“I know, I’m sorry. Something came up.”

I came out of the bathroom to find Dahlia twisted in my sheets, that tantalizing line of her hip peeking from the lightweight blanket in deep purple. Her skin was made for royal colors.

Glass and metal, with all those endless curves.

My chest tightened at the first spark of an idea. What would it be like to use metal and glass together?

She noticed me in the doorway and tipped her head quizzically.

I shook my head and mouthed, “What’s up?”

“I’ll be in before eleven and I’ll explain everything.”

Work. Had to be one of her partners. It was still early since we’d both crashed before the sun had set, for God’s sake. And I was starving. I found her dress from the day before and tossed it in the dryer to freshen it up for her.

“Right.” She sat up and the sheet dipped low on her breasts. She gave me that wrinkled nose of reproach, but I just shrugged and climbed onto the bottom of the bed and reached for the phone. “Hey!”

I brought it to my ear. “Who is this?”

“TJ. What the hell did you do to my friend?”

So many things, but the list was a little out of control at that particular moment. I tugged at the sheet until I finally got a look at her tight little nipples. “Your friend is a little busy. I’ll drop her off in a few hours.”

“What do you?—”

I cut off TJ’s comment with the end button and tossed the phone aside.

Dahlia yelped when I pulled the sheet away and dragged my beard along her inner thigh then rolled her to bite that delectable curve of her hip.

“You’re a beast.”

“Never forget it.” I grinned up at her then rolled her over so I could get a better taste of that heart-shaped ass.

“TJ is going to rip my head off when I get in there for that.” She grabbed my pillow and shot a hot look over her shoulder

“Too bad.” I flicked my towel off and crawled up to cover her. “I’m hungry.”

“Some people have to work.” She hissed out a breath as I slid inside of her. “Not fair.”

I nibbled across her shoulder and slowly sunk into her once more. “I missed this. Missed you. I want you all over me for the rest of the day.” I grabbed the back of her thigh to splay her wider for me.

She bit the pillow and I slipped my hand under her to race over her breast and the softness of her belly where I cupped her tight. The need to take her and protect her swamped me. The woman and the mother she’d become twisted into a possessive side of me I’d never had before.

I coasted down to her pussy, feeling us both together. The slickness and the welcoming clasp of her body would never cease to amaze me. She took me, whatever the mood. The chaotic, the soft, and here and now, the love that drove me absolutely mad. I didn’t know what to do with it except to hold onto her.

Again and again, I powered into her until the buzz in my head receded. Until she reached back for me, and her cries acted like a balm. I breathed her in as she broke under me and I followed each moan with a chant in my head. She was mine, and she quieted the storm like no other.

I came so hard, my brain fuzzed, and I was almost worried I’d triggered a migraine, for fuck’s sake.

“Are you trying to kill me?” she said into the pillow.

I laughed and rolled off her to starfish across my bed. “What a way to go.”

She rose onto her knees before she collapsed back onto the mattress. “Nope. Go get me food and we’ll try again in an hour.”

I lifted my head. “I can probably go again in ten or fifteen minutes.”

She flashed me her middle finger.

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