Page 83 of Until I Find You

I supplicate, placing my hands against his thighs and tipping my head backward to give him an offering. “How can I please you, Daddy?”

He touches my face with tenderness, using the same hand that just bestowed me pain. “You please me just by being, princess.”

I slide my hands up his thighs until they reach the waistband of his pants, rising onto my knees. “Please, kiss me.”

Jack does so. Soft and measured.

I hate him for his restraint, only because it makes me crave more.

When our lips part, I whisper, “Let me please you with my mouth.”

The shallowness returns to his chest.

“I want Daddy to come in my mouth.”

“Jesus, baby girl, I –”

I pull his sweatpants down a few inches, revealing the trail of hair that leads to my forbidden treasure. I kiss that spot. Lick it. Tease it.

Jack’s hand slides around the back of my head. He tightens his fingers in my hair and pulls my head back, just an inch so I can no longer taste his skin. “That’s not how a nice girl asks for a reward, now is it?”

“Please, Daddy,” I huff. “I want you in my mouth more than anything.”

His restraint is fading. “All right. Be a good girl and suck Daddy’s cock.”

He releases his hold on me.

I pull down his pants, relish how his dick bounds free, and take him into my mouth, sucking and lapping at him until he’s mewling and whimpering for his impending release. And when he’s done and his hot seed floods the back of my tongue and I gulp him down, he showers me with sweet words and affections, pulls me into his lap, and holds me there like I am his precious baby girl.

Like I am loved.

That’s not the word he used when he could, though.

I don’t know how much longer Daddy’s arms will be comforting if the love pent up in my chest doesn’t have a safe place to land.

18

JACK

Camilla leansonto the table and rubs the center of her forehead. She has a headache. Or is about to get one. Tension headaches have been increasingly frequent as we’ve been running into more snags with Keiki.

“Don’t put me on hold,” she says into the phone, her voice raw from all the talking she’s been doing. “I’ve been put on hold five times already and I–”

She drops the phone onto the table.

I wait for her to say something, but she remains silent. “What happened?”

“They put me on hold,” she grunts.

I sigh and reach for her phone. “We can pick this up tomorrow.”

She rubs her hands over her eyes. “No, I’ll just have to do it all over again. I’ll wait.”

My hand stills in the air.

It’s been getting harder and harder to work together because of how my body reacts to her. I don’t mean only because I’m beyond attracted to her and have had her so many times in so many different positions.

No, it’s also the feeling growing in my chest. The one that wants to pull her so close to me that it would be heart shattering to let her go.

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