Page 41 of My Best Friend's Dad

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I took a deep breath. I knew it was crazy, but there was something about him that drew me in, that kept drawing me in. Maybe it was the fact that he was so experienced, that he knew exactly what he wanted, but I had a feeling it was more than that.

I couldn’t help but think about his hands on my body, like they were last night, from the rough manhandling as he forced me over his knee and then the desk as he fucked me, to the gentle way he washed and cared for me in the bath and then the tender way he’d tucked me into bed.

“I can see the wheels turning in that pretty little head,” he ventured.

I tried to think of a response to him, but I was unsure what to say. I could push him to see if last night was a one-time thing, or I could leave it and see where this went all on its own.

I couldn’t decide.

Feeling restless, I opened my mouth, but he spoke first.

“Let me guess what you’re thinking right now, baby girl. You’re thinking of saying something sassy and you’re wondering, if you do, if I’m going to redden that cute little bottom again,” he said softly.

I blushed so hard that I must have turned crimson.

“Aren’t you, little girl?” he pressed, his voice full of command and bravado and something else that did strange things to my insides that I didn’t want to admit to.

“I… I guess so,” I confessed.

I could feel his gaze burning into me, and I couldn’t help but shift in my seat. I could almost imagine his handprint on my ass, bright red and burning from a spanking and my pussy throbbed so hard I would have pitched forward if I wasn’t sitting down.

He reached for me, and his hand grazed my cheek. Then he shifted his fingers until they were underneath my chin and lifted it so that I was staring right into his soulful green eyes. When I looked closer, I could see flecks of silver within them.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen next, baby girl. You’re going to say something sassy and yes, I’m going to redden that gorgeous little ass again, just like you want me to,” he said boldly, and I scoffed.

“Asshole,” I muttered.

He smirked, the corners of his lips lifting in amusement. Before I knew it, his hand had wrapped around the back of my neck, and he yanked me toward him. My hands instinctively went up and my palms smacked against his broad chest.

With a firm grip on the back of my neck, he tilted his head, bringing his mouth down on mine, kissing me like he was a man dying of thirst and I was the first sip of water he’d had in days.

When he broke the kiss, I stared up at him, a mix of defiance and desire swirling through me with wild abandon.

His lips twitched with amusement as he watched the warring emotions on my face. He let go of my neck and then moved hishands to the small of my back. I gasped as he pulled me even closer to him. I could feel the hard planes of his muscular chest through the thin fabric of my dress and the way each cord tensed underneath me.

I fucking loved it.

The heat of his body radiated through me, and my heart skipped a beat. He dipped his head and kissed the side of my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

“You wouldn’t dare,” I whispered, wanting to test him, to push him to see if there was more to him than just last night. He nipped at my neck, his teeth grazing my skin, sending a thrill of desire straight down my spine.

“I very much would, sassy girl,” he chuckled softly.

CHAPTER 9

Jenna

His lips brushed against my ear. The warmth of his breath on my skin sent shivers all over my body and I couldn’t get enough. I leaned into his touch, wanting more.

Then he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me.

Punishingly.

It was the kind of kiss that stole my breath away and left me reeling. He tasted like coffee and sin, and I was hopelessly addicted.

As he devoured my mouth, he moved his hands down to my ass. His fingers dug into the residual soreness left behind from his belt and I groaned.

It hurt, but in a way that made my body tingle all over.

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