Page 142 of Guardian Daddy

“Hmm?”

“That last one is while there is a stalker. Right?”

“Maybe. We’ll see.”

Umm. What?

He ran his thumb over her lower lip. Wow. How did he know just how to touch her?

“I wasn’t actually talking about myself either. Just saying words people had called me.”

His scowl was fierce. There was no other way to describe it.

“Well, I don’t like it. And I won’t stand for you to use those words, even if you’re repeating what someone else said. Understand me?”

“Yes, Sir.” The title just slipped out of her mouth. It was a reaction to the sternness in his voice, she guessed.

“I like hearing you call me that. And I love it when you call me Daddy.”

“You do?”

“Yes, baby. I do. I like knowing that you trust me. That you see me as someone who can take care of you. I want you to always be able to come to me. With anything.”

She nodded.

“And I did fail you. I should have been telling you what an amazing job you were doing touching me. How much I loved the feel of your lips against my skin. And how I wanted to feel more of you. Will you kiss me again?”

She could feel her cheeks had grown red, but she leaned in to place her lips on his. He didn’t take over, but he didn’t just sit there either. His tongue tangled with hers, making her heart race as her clit throbbed.

Moving her lips away, she experimented with kissing along his jaw again.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so good.”

Desire and satisfaction lit her up. She loved hearing him praise her.

She moved down his neck, sucking on the spot where his neck and shoulder met.

“Fuck. Yes, right there. I’m not sure why you were worried I wouldn’t like something because just having you touch me is heaven.”

It was?

Hmm. She did like when he touched her. Maybe she could have him touch her over her clothes.

“Would you . . . would you like to touch me too?”

“God, yes. But I don’t want to go too far, and I might be tempted to throw you on the bed and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name if I touch you now.”

“Well, that sounds rather nice.”

She leaned back to find him grinning down at her. “Oh, it will be more than nice. It will be hot and sweaty and memorable.”

Cate swallowed heavily. She had no idea what to say to that. Only that she now had something to dream about tonight.

“Keep going, baby. Please.”

Right. He’d scrambled her brain with all of his talk about hot and heavy sex. She moved her hands over his shoulders and down his T-shirt.

Then she tugged at it.

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