Page 33 of Daddy's Princess

A little thrill of excitement skates through me at the thought that a man like him wants me. He could have any woman in the city. Hell, in the country, but he’s here pursuing me instead. If I want to be completely honest with myself—which I’m not very good at—he’s exactly the kind of man I crave.

I’m busy admiring his powerful body as his confident strides eat up the distance between us when his eyes find me with a laser-focus. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he knew exactly where I would be sitting under my favorite tree. Which would mean he gave me a moment to accept the fact that he came and tracked me down.

I slowly get to my feet, my eyes fastened on Oliver. I can almost feel the blood in my veins heating just from the hungry way he’s looking me up and down. I remember the assessing way Nick took me in after my run-in with Buddy, and I realize how crazy I was to think he was checking me out in anything other than a clinical way. I don’t think a man has ever looked at me with the same ravenous intensity that Oliver does.

Oliver closes the distance between us, and I gasp as he pulls me into his arms. One of his hands tangles in my hair, while the other pins me against his hard body. Without a word, his lips crash to mine in a searing kiss that makes my toes curl and my pussy clench emptily. His hand tightens in my hair, causing me to gasp into his lips. He doesn’t skip a beat, his talented tongue slips past my lips, and he kisses me senseless.

Our tongues duel, but in the end, I submit to his control. He kisses me until we are both breathless and I’m weak in the knees. If he weren’t holding me up, I would be a puddle at his feet. I barely have time to catch my breath before his lips are back on me. I melt into him, putting every bit of desire I feel for this man into my kiss. Saying with action what I can’t yet say with words.

Yes, I want to try.

I want this.

I want you.

“Come home with me.” It’s half question, half command. I shouldn’t go home with him. It’s too much, too soon, but I can’t seem to make the words of protest come. I nod in assent. He doesn’t seem to need anything else because he bends down scooping up my phone. I didn’t even realize I’d dropped it. He puts my phone in my bag and picks up my sketchbook, scowling at the drawing of the older couple with the dark line through it, I realize he’s not scowling at the drawing so much as the phone number scrawled in masculine script across the top of the page.

I half expect him to rip the page to shreds, but he somehow tamps down his palpable anger at some other guy giving me his number and shoves the book in my bag. He stands, throws my bag over his shoulder, which causes me to giggle. My bag is far from the kind of thing you’d see a man like Oliver Titan carry. It’s a simple black canvas crossbody, but it has colorful patches and pins covering the surface.

He looks at me with amusement. “Something funny, babygirl?”

“I can carry that,” I say, nodding to the bag slung over his shoulder.

Oliver lets out a quiet growl, pulling me against his body. “I know you can carry it, but when you’re with me, you shouldn’t have to.”

Holy panty-melting sweetness.

Cody wouldn’t have been caught dead carrying my backpack, let alone the super girly bag that Oliver is offering to carry without batting a single eyelash. I don’t even try to hide my pleased smile, and I reward his sweetness by pressing a quick kiss to his jaw.

“Thanks, daddy.” Even though the words are whispered, I find myself glancing around to see if anyone heard them.

Oliver leans down until his lips are against my ear. “Anything for you, babygirl.” His lips whisper over my skin in a tantalizing tease. He’s barely touched me, and my pussy is slick with need.

“Let’s go home.” My heart skips a beat at the offhanded way he said that. I know, logically, that he didn’t mean it in the sense of us going toourhome, but the idea is scarily appealing. How can I go from leaving the office early to avoid him to thinking about something as permanent as us having a home together?

I’m worse than a ping pong ball bouncing between two opponents. One side is ready to put up white picket fences, and the other is ready to move to the mountains and hide for the rest of my days. It’s ridiculous. I give myself a little pep talk and make the decision to let myself see where this takes me.

What’s the worst that could happen?

You could end up broken-hearted and miserable, my brain helpfully supplies.

I’m lost in my own thoughts and don’t realize Oliver is leading me toward a car that’s idling nearby. It’s the kind of car my mother would approve of. It’s shiny black and comes with a driver. Oliver helps me into the backseat then slides in beside me. Without a word, the driver pulls away from the curb, and we are off.

13

Oliver

We rideto my penthouse in companionable silence. As soon as we are settled in my car, I lace my fingers through hers and pull her hand into my lap. Instead of putting up a fight like I anticipate, she just looks at our joined hands with surprise. A few beats later, she squeezes my hand and gives me a shy smile.

Most people wouldn’t see a simple holding of hands as progress, but I know how hard Sugar is fighting to keep me at a distance. It’s commendable, but it’s a fruitless fight. Sugar wants me as much as I want her. She’s just scared. Even though I haven’t shown it as of yet, I’m a patient man. I’ll give her time to come to the same realization that I’ve already accepted. That she is mine.

The elevator ride is tense. The pretty blush on Sugar’s cheeks tells me she’s thinking about our last ride in an elevator together. Just a few short hours ago, I had her pressed against the wall, my mouth on her pussy as she rode my face. It takes all my willpower to keep my hands off of her sexy body. I want nothing more than an instant replay of her hot little pussy dripping all over my cock.

Thankfully, the doors slide open before I can give in to temptation. I have no doubt her body is on board with anything I want to do to her, but I want more than just the physical. I want Sugar.

All of her.

“Wow,” she gasps as she takes in my space for the first time. “This is… wow.”

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