Page 18 of Fighter Daddy's Girl

With a wide smile on her face, Grace stands up, turns around, and pulls her skirt down. Her green eyes glittering, she wrapsher arms around the back of my neck and then pulls me into a long, lingering kiss that sends tendrils of fire through my veins. Slowly, she pulls back and looks at me with a mischievous grin on her face.

“Thank you,” she says. “That was … incredible.”

“It really was. I have to say, you surprised me.”

“I’m glad.”

“What brought that on?”

She smiles. “Like I said, I just wanted to finish what we started.”

I pull her to me and give her another kiss, and she melts into me. “Well, I’m glad for that,” I say. “So, how about we go grab a bite? Maybe we can go for another round afterward?”

She gives me a flirty little smile. “Wish I could. But as nice as this study break was, I have to get back to my paper.”

“Oh, that’s how this is going to be? You’re just going to use me for what you want, then leave? Just like that?”

“Well … yeah.”

I laugh. “I can live with that.”

“Rain check on dinner?”

“Deal,” I say. “I’ll text you.”

“You better.”

“I’ll see you soon, my dirty girl.”

“Yes, you will, Daddy.”

She gives me another peck and blows me a kiss. As she heads out of the locker room, I admire the way her ass moves beneath her skirt. She is a gorgeous fucking woman, and I cannot wait to have another crack at her. For being so inexperienced, she sure does seem to know what she’s doing. She drives me crazy as fuck, that’s for sure.

“What a night,” I say with a laugh.

9

GRACE

After my first class that morning, I saunter down to the student union to grab some coffee and a pastry. I’m floating on air and can’t seem to keep the smile off my face. And forget doing anything productive. Even though I love the class I just walked out of and always paid rapt attention to the professor's lectures, I couldn’t keep my mind off what happened last night.

Just thinking about it right now makes me giggle to myself. I’m not going to lie, it hurt a little in the beginning. But the rush of endorphins that accompanied the waves of pleasure that swept through me quickly overwhelmed and drowned out the pain.

I close my eyes and can still feel his hands all over my body. I can see the look in his eyes when I talked dirty to him. I can feel him piercing my core and moving deep inside of me. The sound of Griffin’s voice, his moans of passion and ecstasy, ring in my ears like a beautiful melody that widens my smile. And the memory of him erupting and filling me with his warm come makes me shudder. I sigh almost wantonly. I’m shocked I actually workedup the nerve to go get what I wanted, and now that I have, I want more.

I think I’m finally starting to understand why Lila enjoys her sexual escapades so much. It feels really good. Unlike her, however, I don’t have the urge to, as she puts it, sample from the entire buffet of boys. Even now, the only man I can think of, the only one I have the desire to give myself over to, is Griffin. He’s the only man who fills my thoughts or makes me feel the way I do right now. I’m on Cloud Nine. Maybe even higher than Cloud Nine. Honestly, I never thought I could feel this way. Yeah, I’m a little sore after last night’s exertions, but I feel amazing.

“And where did you go last night?”

Lila’s voice pulls me out of my head. She drops into the chair across the table and stares at me expectantly. When I don’t answer, she grins.

“I popped by the dorm to see if you wanted to grab a quick bite, but you were gone,” she says. “Which I found surprising since you told me you were working on a paper all night.”

My face grows warm as I clear my throat, doing my best to keep the guilty smile off my face. “I … uh … stepped out for a minute.”

“Stepped out, huh?”

“Yep.”

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