Page 8 of Unwrapping His Naughty Secret

We might be strangers, but I’m already game for whatever she needs from me.

I want to wrap my handaround her inside thigh and squeeze. I want to slide my arm around her shoulders and pull her close so I can breathe in more of her scent. I want to turn her nervous laughs into breathless sighs so fucking badly.

Instead, I ask her what else we have in common. “We were up late, but you made it here okay. Are you a morning person?”

She shakes her head vigorously. “Night owl.”

“Me, too.” I exhale. “I’m an illustrator. I used to draw comic strips, and now I illustrate graphic novels. When my daughter was little, the middle of the night was the best time to work.”

“Right, you’re a dad,” she says, her eyes wide. Like she’d forgotten that, but I know I told her when we were texting.

I’d never hide that fact from anyone. Even a girl I probably won’t ever see again.

“Is that a problem?”

“No.” She rakes her teeth over her lower lip, her cheeks staining pink. “I love kids. Which is irrelevant for the whole helping me out with a kiss thing, I guess. But yeah, thatyou’re a dad…that’s cool. Maybe that explains why you were the nicest DM I got yesterday.”

I growl, surprising both of us. My nose flares as I force myself to politely say, “Tell me you deleted all of those disgusting replies without answering.”

Her eyes go impossibly big, so bright and shiny like the midnight sea that I could drown in them. “Yes, I deleted them.”

I take her hand in my mine, shocked at the visceral relief I feel when she squeezes my fingers back. “Good girl. I wasn’t sure if you were being sarcastic when you said yes, Daddy.”

She laughs. “Not sarcastic, exactly? Maybe a little teasing. But I agree with you, those messages aren’t the vibe.”

“You’re smart.” She smiles at the praise, which feeds a long ignored part of me that pushes to the fore. “And, uh, you can tease me about being a Daddy as much as you want.”

Her eyes light up. “Nice.”

And if this were more than justa kiss, I’d take that deeper, because yes, it is nice. Very fucking nice. But this is not a date,not a fucking date, Hunter, so I leave it there and focus on the task at hand. My gaze drifts to her soft, plush lips.

“It’s hard to believe you haven’t been kissed yet,” I admit. “You’re beautiful.”

“I’ve been focused on— other things.” She bites her lip. “And maybe my standards are too high?”

Good.

Fuck yes. “Keep them sky high.”

Another pleased smile.

This girl makes all of my dirtiest instincts roar to life. I want to pet her and make her glow. I want to strip her bare and make her scream for Daddy.

I’m not going to do any of that. I’m going to make her first kiss magical, though, and set that bar as high as humanly possible so every person who follows has to treat her like a princess.

Taking a deep breath, I ease back, putting a bit of space between us. “Do you have any requests?”

“For…the kiss?” That pink in her cheeks intensifies. “Umm… I’m not sure.”

“You must have imagined what it would be like.”

“Oh. Yes.” She sucks in a little breath. “I want…if you are interested…I want it to be open-mouthed. With tongue.”

My fly suddenly feels like an iron bar holding my cock back from taking flight. “That can be arranged.”

“I want a full kiss, you know? Nothing too…virginal. Although I don’t think I have to worry about that with you.” She roves her gaze over me. “You don’t look like the soft and light kind of guy.”

Jesus, what kind of looks have I been giving her?

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