Page 54 of Paddy

When I went upstairs to check up on everything, the woman I was escorting was truly a sight to be seen. Prancing around in a shoulder less green gown, she wore long gloves and an attention-grabbing diamond necklace that brought attention to her décolletage—but in a classy way.

“Oh, my. Can't say I've ever seen you in a tux, but I should more often.” Pretty looked me up and down. “You lookespeciallydashing in one.”

“Well, ain't a word strong enough to describe how amazing you look. That figure. That color. I nearly fainted at just the sight of you,” I said, closing the distance between us.

“Here, let me fix your tie.” Pretty reached in, readjusting my bow tie as I held onto her hips, unintentionally bringing us closer.

“Seriously, though. You’re fucking stunning. This thing fits you like a glove,” admiring how it clung to her hips, tummy and bum in a flattering way.

“Well, if you're lucky, maybe you'll get to take it off me too,” Pretty flirted.

A half grin formed across my lips. “Now, why would you go and say a thing like that? Especially when I'm supposed to be working,” I desperately questioned.

“Because I like seeing you sweat,” she admitted.

“I never sweat, unless it's on top of you,” I teased.

She tried to bat and back me away, but I just brought her back in closer. We weren'tsupposedto in the house, but something about how good she looked made me desperate for a kiss. Nothing distasteful either, just a comforting peck on the lips.

No one was likely to walk in considering half her glam team had already left and Elijah was conveniently at Cillian’s. Vernon on the other hand, now that he didn'thaveto make appearancesjust for show, it seemed like I was in their home more thanhewas.

“Shall we?” I asked, holding up my arm for her to loop in mine, I helped her in her shawl, and escorted her out to the limousine waiting for us. Once we were both secure in the backseat, the driver took off, leaving Pretty and me alone, once again.

Impatiently waiting for me to place my hand on her peeked-out thigh, she moved my hand to the fleshy exposed skin, as I squeezed like I normally did when I drove, or when we quietly laid in bed.

“You ever get nervous right before a show?” I wondered, having never watched a live performance before. I couldn't imagine playing in front of so many people.

“Actually, the performing part is when I'm theleastnervous,” she admitted.

“What's the biggest crowd you've ever performed for?”

“I don't know, thirty…forty thousand people, give or take.”

“Forty thousand?” I questioned in shock. “You mean to tell me you can perform in front of forty thousand people and not get nervous?”

“A lot of times, I just focus on one thing. Not the seats I’m supposed to fill. But sometimes I’ll think of a person.”

“Oh yeah?”

“When my mother’s birthday aligns with a show, sometimes I’ll just think of her, and how hard she worked for me to get here. And then I don’t feel so nervous.”

“Who will you be thinking of tonight?” I questioned. There was only one acceptable answer.

“I already have a surprise for you, so don’t ruin it,” she warned. “In fact, thinking of younowis what’s making me nervous. I still can’t believe how good you look in a tux.”

She may not have asked for it directly, but between her bit lip and wicked grin, I thought out loud something that could help with that as I slid to the limousine floor and started reaching underneath her dress.

“Paddy, what are you doing?”

“I told you, giving you something to calm those nerves.” As I hiked up her dress just enough to have her crotch exposed to me. Softly kissing her from the outside of her knickers, I pulled them to the side, exposing her plump, juicy lips. “Spread out a little for me, gorgeous.”

Obeying my order, Pretty slid down a bit in the seat, slightly opening herself a bit wider for me, as I delicately kissed her budding folds, before spreading her lips with my mouth.

She rewarded me with a beautiful “Oh,” as I knew didn't have a lot of time with her, but I’d savor whatever time I did have, to drive her wild. Peering at her through proud eyes, I wrapped my hands around each of her thighs, about as happy as a man could be down there.

“Daddy’s gonna flick your clit a little. It may feel intense at first with less of the teasing, but I promise to make my sweet girl feel good. Okay?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she nodded, as I straightened my pointed tongue on her nub, lightly but viciously, flicking away. Pretty squirmed and squealed, but in unison, met each flick with a gasp.

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