Page 216 of Morally Gray Daddies

Every set of eyes in the room move to me as my new friends fall silent.

Sweat gathers at the back of my neck. Maybe this was a bad idea. Patrick said I could talk to them about anything, though. He said I could trust them, and I truly feel I can.

I take a long pull from my glass and then set it down. “I want to have sex with Patrick, but I don’t know what to do or how to do it.”

They all stare at me in stunned silence for just a second before Cali rubs her hands together. “Operation Fuck Patrick.”

Chloe giggles. “All you have to do is touch his dick, and he’ll get the point.”

“You don’t even have to touch his dick, just wink at it, and it will get hard,” Paisley replies.

Katie shrugs. “Or just show him your tits.” Her cheeks turn bright pink, and she ducks her head.

We all giggle.

“Are you sure you’re ready to have sex? He’s not pressuring you, is he? I’ll cut off his balls,” Helen says, holding up her drink.

I smile at her, my heart so full now that she’s in my life. She winks at me.

“Yes, I’m sure. I trust Patrick. I love him. And I think he’s trying to give me time, but I’m ready.”

Cali sighs. “That’s so sweet. I’m so happy for you. Maybe you should talk to him about it.”

“Or you could seduce him,” Grace chimes in.

All heads turn toward the older woman.

With a nod of my head, I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees. “I’m listening.”

I’m trembling so hard, I’m surprised my bath water isn’t sloshing out of the tub. After several drinks and a ton of laughs, my friends went home, leaving me with a plan all mapped out.

Now, an hour later, I’ve shaved, exfoliated, and scrubbed every inch of my body in the shower and am now soaking in the tub, nervous as heck.

What if he turns me away? He wouldn’t. I know he wants me. I’ve felt his erection pressed against my back almost every night. There have even been times I’ve tried to get the courage to reach back and touch it, but I guess I wasn’t ready. For whatever reason, I know I am now, and if I don’t get to have sex with Patrick soon, I might implode.

I let my fingers sink in the water and run them down my tummy to my lips. Feeling myself bare is odd but strangely exciting. Every touch is amplified without hair down there.

Closing my eyes, I gently explore. I’ve done this before but only briefly and never long enough to get any real pleasure.

As soon as the pads of my fingers press against my clit, I jerk and moan. Whoa!

My eyes fly open, and I gasp. “Oh!”

Patrick stands over me, his gaze studying where my arm dips into the water under the layer of foam. “What are you doing, little girl?”

Instead of saying anything, I rub another circle around my clit and open my mouth as pleasure shoots through me.

“Are you playing with your pretty little pussy, Anastasia?” His voice is low and rough. Sexy as hell. God, I want him so badly.

I roll my head to the side to look at him. The outline of his cock presses against his slacks, and I lick my lips. I want to taste him. I bet he tastes delicious.

“Daddy,” I whisper.

He swears and lowers himself to kneel beside the tub. Without even taking off his shirt, he sticks his hand into the water and pushes mine away from my pussy.

“Do you need to come, babygirl?”

Nodding, I grip the edge and cry out as he puts pressure on my clit and starts rubbing.

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