Page 41 of Born to Make You Smile

“Urgh, Dad. You’resoembarrassing. I can't believe you answered the door like that.” She walked away with a roll of her eyes.

Gavin and I looked at one another, both of us shifting awkwardly.

“Oh no—I apologize,” he said with a frown. “I really got you all messy, there.”

I looked down at my shirt, seeing all the red blotches.

“It supposedly washes out easily,” he continued. “Let me know if it doesn’t, and I’ll take care of your clothing.”

“It’s all right. I just hope it doesn’t scare the children I visit tonight,” I said with a smile, thankful the tension between us was starting to dissipate.

Gavin chuckled. “All thanks to me, you are now onewickedtooth fairy.”

His voice was deep and raspy, and the way it came out in his accent brought out something hidden in me. I licked my lips and leaned in close.

“Oh, Dr. Brinley, you haveno ideajust howwickedI am,” I murmured, then instantly regretted my seductive words.

He stiffened. His expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell if he was confused, disgusted, or turned on. Maybe a mix of everything.

“Grace!” called Mackenzie from the other room. “I found two more packs of Twizzlers for you!”

“Okay, I’m coming!” I yelled back.

Saved by the girls once again.

I clapped my hands, then motioned to the family room. “I'm going to go hang with them for a bit, then head home.”

“All right,” he said, followed by a series of awkward nods. “Good. Very good.”

My eyes were watchingThe Nightmare Before Christmason the TV screen, but my brain was on a different planet. Gavin and I almost kissed. What if we had? Would it be weird? Would I want more? What else would we do? What if he came over after the girls were in bed? Would he be commanding and dominating and teach me how to please him? Did I even want that? My entire lower body surged with desire, as if to answer my question. I groaned quietly with frustration, knowing I had to get out of here.

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When I got home, I was still so wound up and brimming with tension from the events of the evening. I glanced at myself in the full-length mirror of my bedroom, noticing a bit of Gavin’s fakeblood on the right side of my neck. I rubbed the stain, but it was stubborn. I likely needed soap and water to remove it.

Even if temporary, it was as if he had marked my skin. The thought of him marking me as his,owning me, sent a rush through my body. Is that what I wanted? Gavin to own my body?

God, yes.

I couldn’t believe how much that idea turned me on.

I began to undress, removing the fairy wings, then the T-shirt. I slipped off the tutu and looked at myself in the mirror, my cream thong under my white pantyhose. I moved my hand down my chest, over my bare breasts, circling my taut pink nipples. My core tightened, becoming warm and heavy. I watched my reflection as I moved my hand lower, past my waist, then over my pantyhose. Staring intently, my hand made contact where I ached. Electricity ran through me as I touched my clit over the layers with the pads of my fingers.

I let out a moan, and my voice turned me on even more.

Slipping off the rest of my clothing, I stood in front of the mirror completely naked. Then I imagined Gavin watching me. His eyes consuming every inch of my body.

The scent of my arousal permeated my bedroom as I sat down, scooting in front of the mirror and spreading my legs wide. All of me on display.

Such a beautiful cunt. Now touch yourself.

Gavin’s commanding words in my mind set me on fire. Why was it so hot to imagine him dominating me?

Reaching down, I touched myself, swollen and wet. I rubbed my clit in smooth circles, my pleasure climbing with each stroke. I glanced at my reflection, the red markings on my neck, my flushed face, my glistening sex.

So good. Now, come for me.

With that, I fell apart. An orgasm so powerful tore through me, I screamed out. My legs trembled as I came down from the high. And then reality set in.

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