Page 37 of Sexy Bad Daddy

“Quack, quack, quack.” Abby giggles. “Erin took me to the zoo, and we got to see all the animals.”

“Let me guess. Now you want an elephant.”

“No, Dad.” She clasps my face between her hands. “Don’t be silly. I want a goat like Spot.”

And I want your nanny. Climbing off the couch, I toss my daughter over my shoulder. “Come on, time to go to bed.”

“I don’t want to go to bed.” She lets go of my neck with one hand and rubs her eye. “I’m not tired.”

“You’re plenty tired, Abby.” Erin follows us to the bedroom. “We had a big day. Your dad had a big day as well. We need to let him rest too.”

“Can we have pancakes for breakfast because dad’s home? They’re his favorite.”

“Are they now?” Erin stays by the door as I plop Abby onto her bed and pull up her covers.

“Yup.” I wink at Abby and tuck her covers up under her chin.

“Okay,” Erin agrees. “We’ll do pancakes.”

“Good night, sweet pea,” I whisper, but she’s halfway to sleep the minute her head hits the pillow. And she’s snoring by the time I join Erin.

“She’s out,” Erin whispers as we step out of view.

“Good. I grip her wrist and pull her closer; my other hand gets tangled in her hair as I cover her mouth with my own.

She throws an arm around my neck, pulling at me, trying to get closer, trying to climb me as our tongues war with each other. Her leg winds around my hip, and I grip her ass and lift her up, striding down the corridor, away from my daughter’s room. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“Being away from you all week. And those phone calls.” She pants between kisses. “It’s so hard.”

“You’re telling me. I could hammer nails with this thing.” I press her to my hardness so she can feel what I’ve had to put up with because of her.

“What are you doing? The bedrooms are back there.” She breaks off our kiss long enough to ask as we enter the living room. “I thought you were taking me to bed.”

“You’re going to get loud, Red.” I suck at her bottom lip as I bypass the living room and the kitchen, moving straight through to the dining room we barely use. “Too loud to be so close to little ears. Besides, where do you think she’ll look for me first if she wakes?”

“Good point,” she agrees.

“Now let’s get you out of these clothes.” I put her down on the dining table and grab her oversized shirt to pull it over her head. I drop the garment on the wooden table top and undo the clasp on her bra while I run my mouth along her throat. “I’ve wanted to get my mouth back between your thighs since you told me how much you enjoyed it last time.”

“I’m not going to deny it.” She tugs at my shirt, pulling it over my head before I press her down on the table and add her pants to the pile. “But, Garrett, I don’t want to wait to feel you inside me.”

“I’m not going to make you wait in a way you won’t enjoy.” The need for release courses through me, but we finally have time, so I’m not going to rush this. I bend over her and press another kiss on her mouth and then move slowly down her throat to her breasts. I suck and lick at her nipples, until she arches up, her quick breaths making her tits rise and fall under my mouth. “Besides, I owe you.”

“You do,” she murmurs as I skim her belly with my teeth until I reach her panties. Not-so-sensible silk and lace. “Then you should definitely give me what I want. Or are you always so bossy about sex?”

Hooking a finger in the front, I draw them down an inch and kiss the spot now revealed, then I do it again and again until her panties are around her knees. “Maybe I am used to getting my own way a little too much.”

“Do you think?” She shoves at my shoulder. “You’re still trying to eat me.”

“Well, that’s because I’ve been thinking about it for days. Fantasizing about exactly how I am going to give you what you deserve.”

“And what do I deserve?” she asks, eyes wide, lips drifting apart. “In your opinion?”

I drag her panties all the way off and drop them on top of her shirt. Then I get on my knees and draw her to the edge of the table. There’s a shimmer of her arousal on the creamy skin of her thighs that begs for my tongue, and I lap it up as I stroke my thumb along her slit. “To come. A lot. On my mouth, on my fingers, and on my cock.”

“Oh God, Garrett,” she moans. I’ve barely touched her and she’s already making those same sounds she’d wrung from her own lips during our phone calls. “I can definitely get on board with that.”

Digging my thumb into her center, I lean in and lap at her clit. Slow, easy strokes that make her hips undulate as her arousal coats my lips. I don’t think I could ever forget her taste.

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