Page 28 of Stealing Daddy's Heart

So why can't I stop thinking about her calling me Daddy?

Fuck, I want it. The need burns through me, an ache so deep it hurts. To cherish her, guide her, make her mine in every way possible–it consumes my thoughts.

Finally, we're at my apartment. The elevator ride is silent, charged with anticipation. Skylar's back is pressed against my chest, and I can feel her heart racing.

Inside, I head straight for the bar. I pour us both a generous measure of whiskey and hand her a glass. “Sit,” I command, pointing to the couch.

Skylar perches on the arm of the couch, a playful defiance in her eyes that makes my dominant side stir.

I sit next to her, close enough that our thighs touch. Skylar takes a sip of her drink, her eyes never leaving my face.

There's a mischievous glint in her eye as she says, “You know, the way you take charge is kind of hot.”

I chuckle, my arm draping over the back of the couch behind her. “Is that so?”

She takes a sip, her eyes never leaving mine over the rim of the glass. “Mhmm. It's like, I don't know. You always know what's best for me.”

The way her throat moves as she swallows makes my mouth go dry. “So, are you going to give me the grand tour?” She asks.

I set my glass down slowly, savoring the anticipation I see building in her eyes. “Later. Right now, I have other plans.”

“Oh?” She arches an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. “And what might those be?”

I am itching to reach out, to pull her close, but I hold back. “You've been pushing my buttons all night, Skylar. Testing my control.”

She tilts her head, feigning innocence. “Have I? I hadn't noticed.”

“Liar,” I say, finally giving in to the urge to touch her. I trace a finger along her jawline. “You know exactly what you've been doing.”

Skylar leans into my touch, her eyelids fluttering. Her voice drops to a whisper, laden with desire. “And what are you going to do about it, Daddy?”

That word–Daddy–from her lips sends a jolt through me, breaking something loose inside. I search her face for any sign of hesitation or doubt. But all I see is desire and trust.

“Say it again,” I demand, my voice hoarse.

A slow, wicked smile spreads across her face. She sets her glass down and moves closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Make me… Daddy.”

That's all it takes. I pull her off the couch arm and into my embrace. I cut her off with a kiss, pouring every ounce of my desire into it. When we break apart, we're both panting.

“God help me, but you have no idea how long I've wanted this. The way you just said it is exactly what I've been craving. To be your Daddy, to take care of you, guide you, protect you.”

Skylar shivers in my arms. “I want that too,” she admits. “For so long. But I didn't know how to ask.”

Pulling back slightly, my gaze drops to her lips, full and tempting. “Tell me, Skylar. Have you imagined my hands exploring every inch of your beautiful body? Have you thought about what it would feel like to have me inside you?”

She opens her eyes, desire burning brightly. “Maybe once or twice,” she says, her voice adorably sheepish.

I chuckle. “Only once or twice? I'm hurt, babygirl. I've thought about this every day since I first saw you.”

Skylar's eyes widen, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Really?”

I nod, my hands skimming down her sides to rest on her hips. “Really. I've imagined every inch of you, every sound you'd make, every way I could make you feel good.”

Her hands find my waist, pulling me closer. “Show me.”

It's the only encouragement I need. My mouth finds hers, and I kiss her with every ounce of passion I have for her.

My hands tighten on her hips, pulling her closer, feeling the length of her body against mine.

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