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I release myself from my pants, stroking my cock, so hard it’s almost painful.

I kneel one leg on the seat, the other I place against the floor of the car. I push myself between her folds, let my head slide past her opening. “Already so wet again, baby.”

“Always, Daddy. For you.”

Her words are a lightning bolt to my cock. It jumps. “You need me?” I ask. “Inside?”

“Yes, I need you inside, Daddy.”

I push my hips forward and sink into her, rolling my head back. Fucking tight, always fucking tight for me. I start to make shallow thrusts. “You need Daddy to fuck you?”

Camilla moans into the leather seat. “So bad, Daddy. Need you so bad.”

I push myself deeper, feel her walls gripping me, enjoying her mewling. I run my hands over her ass.

My mouth grows hot. “You need me always, baby?”

Her voice turns to gravel, low in her chest again. “I need you forever, Daddy.”

I fuck her until she doesn’t know words. I fuck her until she’s come twice again. I fuck her until I’m at my wit’s end. I fuck her until I can’t fuck her anymore.

And when I release into her, my darling girl, in throes of euphoria and lacking any more sense, repeats over and over, “I need you, I need you, I need you.”

I will never let her go. Never.

21

CAMILLA

I pushanother smile onto my face, though my cheeks are starting to hurt. If I stop smiling, I get a queasy feeling in my belly. Nerves.

“This is our dark roast,” Jack explains from the head of the long, wooden, communal table as two of our baristas start dispersing small cups to our guests. “It’s going to give you the bittersweetness of dark chocolate and skew in an earthy direction.”

As our guests sip, I scan their faces. The table is full of Jack’s family and friends, all faces I know now that our relationship has been outed. I’m grateful I’ve been welcomed into the fold without question the past two months. Helps that one of his best friends is my former boss and is the reason we got shoved together in the first place.

However, I’m still uneasy. Still want to prove myself, not only as the new girlfriend, but as the worthy business partner.

I’m sure if any of them knew that Jack was fronting all the capital and giving me stake in the company for nothing, they’d think I had somehow hypnotized him with sex or something.

Although, that’s not giving credit to myself. Jack would of course say that my business expertise was the investment. And I’d have to agree.

I sit at the other end of the table, opposite Jack, with my computer open, taking notes on everyone’s reactions as they taste the various roasts he’s concocted tirelessly since we returned from Hawaii all those months ago.

All those months. Of Jack and me. Feels like a dream.

“Mm…” Bridget hums from beside me, Seth’s stepsister-turned-girlfriend-turned-fiancée. Her eyes skitter to the side.

“Be honest,” he says with a grin before taking a sip of the dark roast.

She looks at me, and I implore her with my eyes. “Your opinion is important, Bridget.”

“Is it?” she asks. “I don’t like black coffee to begin with.”

“Then you’ll like our next offering,” Jack says, grinning in my direction.

My stomach flips. And not in a good way.

My body has been betraying me since I woke up this morning. I thought it was because I was nervous about this afternoon’s taste test, but the longer I’ve been awake the more I think I’ve been coming down with something.

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