Page 171 of Unexpected Hero

“One thing you’ll learn about me, Lettie, is that almost everything I do is by design.”

“And what’s the design for the skirt other than acting like a hoist?”

Releasing my grip on the skirt, I skim the supple skin of her hips and dig my fingertips into her plump ass. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see, sugar bear.”

She licks her lips as the rouge in her cheeks spreads like wildfire.

I spend a few seconds enjoying the view of her svelte body in my bed. Damn. That’s a welcome sight. One I never thought I’d see outside my dreams.

I’ve fucked my fist dozens of times in this bed with visions of her traipsing through my mind. And now she’s here in the flesh.

There’s an almost imperceptible quiver in her voice when she asks, “What are you going to do first?”

“First, I’m going to clean you up. Then I’m going to eat your pussy again. And after that, I’m going to get you ready for my cock. How does that sound?”

She shrugs, feigning indifference. “I suppose it’s acceptable.”

My hand raises, hovering over her ass as I prepare to give her a smack for the sass. But I quickly remember that we have no arrangement. There’s no safe word, and we haven’t discussed what she’s willing to try.

Something I’ll rectify after tonight.

Slowly, I bring my hand down, returning it to her waist. I squeeze her gently, losing myself in the way my hand looks on her body and picturing all the things I could do to her if I had her consent.

She recaptures my attention with her breathy words when she whispers, “You wanted to spank me for what I said, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Why didn’t you? Because virgins don’t get spanked?”

Using the skirt to guide her movements again, I raise her up and pull her backward. “Come here, sugar bear. Bring your back to my chest.”

Once we’re both on our knees, I sink onto my ankles, bringing her with me so she’s resting on my lap. I wrap one arm around her waist and tuck her hair to one side with my free hand.

“You’re not my sub, and we haven’t talked about your limits or what you’d like to try.”

She skims her palms lovingly over my forearm at her waist, holding me in place. “If I’m not your sub, what am I?” Like her question, her voice is as innocent as the first bloom of spring.

A dozen answers die in my mouth and tumble down my throat, threatening to choke me.

My forbidden fantasy.

Too damn beautiful to be real.

My greatest mistake.

My dream come true.

My obsession.

And unfortunately... my boss’s secret daughter.

Instead of giving her one of those responses, I opt for something less overwhelming.“You’re my lover.”

“I love that song,” she says through a grin.

Nuzzling into her neck, I begin working my way down her stomach with one hand, keeping the other wrapped around her. “Maybe you can sing it for me later.”

“You know the song?”

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