Page 14 of Wedding Daddy

“Bullshit. You were so wet you were practically dripping down my hand, and you spent the rest of the flight talking about all the ways you planned to rock my world.” He stepped up to her, forcing her to tip her head back to look into his eyes. “Just so we’re clear, if I wanted you to drop to your knees right in this closet and suck my cock till I come, you’ll do it.”

Jill gasped and clutched at her chest. Her shock lasted a few moments. The arousal his words evoked was longer and more intense. Not that she was going to let him know that.

“No, I won’t,” she lied. “You don’t get to tell me what to do just because you’re sexy. And a very good kisser. And good with your hands. And great at cuddling...” She paused, not sure whereshe was going with her statement to begin with. “None of that means anything. I could still say no to you if I wanted to.”

“Are you sure about that?” he asked, taking another step closer and sucking all the air around her. “Like I said, if I wanted you to fall to your knees and take my cock in your mouth, you’d do it. But I'm not going to. Tonight is Emma’s night, and I don’t want to ruin it. It’s also why you’re not getting spanked right now.”

“What?” she squeaked.

“That’s right. I should be spanking you right now for running away at the airport, Jill. Or have you forgotten what I said I'd do if you did something I don’t like? Hell, right now, it’s hard not to bend you over that table and give you the spanking you deserve.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” she hissed, her eyes flashing with indignation. One look at him and Jill knew he would not only do it but that she would probably enjoy it more than she should. “You wouldn’t dare spank me at the rehearsal for your daughter’s wedding,” she quickly added, grateful when it did the trick.

“Fine,” he said. “As long as you stay as far away from me as possible, we should be fine.”

She growled at him under her breath but said nothing.

“You should probably head back inside before your brother gets worried and starts looking for you. The last thing you want is for him to find us both in this tiny closet.”

“Why should I be the one to leave first?” she countered stubbornly. “I was here first. You should leave.”

“I would, but it’s going to take a few minutes before I’m back to normal.”

Jill frowned. “Normal...” Her gaze dropped, and her eyes widened when she saw the size of the tent his erection had made in his pants. “Oh my...”

“Jill,” Bradley said in a tortured voice, “you’ve got about ten seconds to leave this closet, or I won’t be held responsible for what I do to you.”

She stayed frozen in shock for a few seconds before turning and fleeing for her life.

Jill ended up having a good time at the rehearsal dinner. Her brother had always been the fun-loving, life-of-the-party type, and it seemed he’d met a perfect match in Emma. Emma's warm laughter and easygoing nature complemented her brother's exuberance perfectly.

The two lit up the room, making everyone feel at ease and part of the celebration. She watched her brother and Emma share a dance, their happiness radiating in every step they took. It was clear to everyone present that they were deeply in love. As the night went on, Jill found herself mingling with friends and family, and enjoying the delicious food and heartfelt toasts. She was asked to dance a few times, and she accepted two of those requests, letting her hair down like she’d promised herself she would do and giving herself a chance to enjoy the moment.

But in everything she did, she remained acutely aware of his presence in the room with her. Even though he’d kept to his agreement and stayed as far away from her as possible, she could still hear his laughter all the way across the room and see him standing next to Emma like the proud father he was every time she raised her head.

He seemed to have put his grumpy attitude on hold for Emma’s sake and was all smiles as he mingled with the guests.It did something to her; that smile. Made her wish she could get him to be that happy. Although she had no idea what she could give him that would make him happier than seeing his daughter marry the love of her life.

Every few minutes, their eyes would meet across the room, and she would feel that magnetic pull that made her brain go haywire and make her pussy throb between her legs. And the longer she stayed away from him, the harder it was. She wanted to fuck him. There was no question about that, and reminding herself how inappropriate it was to think these things about her future father-in-law wasn’t helping.

This wasn’t enough to ruin her experience at the dinner, though, and she still had a great time. When she was ready to leave, she said goodbye to the lovely couple and promised to be down bright and early the following morning. Emma had asked Jill if she wanted to be an unofficial member of the bridal party, and she was thrilled by the honor. It meant an early night so she could wake up early to help her new sister-in-law prepare for her special day.

The elevator doors were closing as she walked up to it, and she yelled at whoever was in there to hold it for her. Running the rest of the way, she came to a stop at the elevators and froze when she found herself standing face-to-face with him. She contemplated the wisdom of being in such a small space with him for a moment and considered waiting for the next elevator.

“In or out?” he asked with one corner of his lips raised in a smirk. “You can’t stay on the fence forever.”

Jill took a deep breath and stepped into the elevator. Mostly because she didn’t want him to think she feared being alone with him. After all, they were only going to be spending a few minutes, if that, together.

“What floor are you on?” he asked as he hit the button to close the elevator doors.

She told him and watched him press the button for her floor. Her eyes went to the only other lit button on the panel. “Executive suite. Why am I not surprised?” she sneered. “I still can’t believe you told me you were a mechanic.”

“Never told you that. I simply said I worked with cars. You chose to believe that made me a mechanic.”

“You own a fucking car dealership franchise,” she retorted. "That’s like the owner of Wendy’s saying he flips burgers.”

“No, it’s not. We also fix cars at the dealership, and I actually do work with cars. Also, it’s on you for thinking I was just a mechanic. How many mechanics do you know who fly first class?”

“I don’t know how much mechanics get paid, but considering what they charge me every time I take my car to the shop, I don’t think it’s unreasonable to think they can afford a first-class ticket,” she hissed.

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