Page 16 of Sugar Baby Mine

“No, baby girl, you don’t have to call me that.”

As much as I want to hatethat, the words roll down my spine deliciously and curl right in my lower belly. I clear my throat, pushing my empty glass toward the edge of the table. “Even though it works for this scenario, let’s leave any DDLG at the door for now.”

“I knew you were a brat.”

I bat my eyelashes at him. “And you like it.”

“More than I’d like to admit. But I’ll look forward to punishing you for pushing all my buttons.”

“What if I don’t like to be punished?”

Ben appraises me, leaning forward as he loosens the knot around his tie to rest at the dip in his collarbone. He runs his fingers along the green silk edge before flattening it against the crisp white of his shirt. My eyes follow every movement.

“I only have so much patience, Emmeline,” he says. I can see the tick of his jaw, the corded muscle in his throat tense.

And fuck if I’ve ever loved my full name before now. The implication is glaring, and I want to either sink to my knees under this table and find his hard cock waiting for me or just completely disappear into the ether. I can’t decide which. My indecisiveness takes over as I just sit here like an idiot.

He raises an eyebrow at me before tossing the last bite of bruschetta in his mouth, and I’ve never been so envious of food before.

I’m disgusting.

“I do want to know your hard limits though. An email or text will work if you don’t want to speak about this in public.”

“I don’t have your number, let alone your email.”

Ben makes a face that makes me think he already has mine. Because he absolutely does. Fucking background check.

“Unlock your phone for me then, please, and slide it over.”

I dig my phone out of my purse, furiously swiping away all the question mark texts from Cora and debating deleting our entire conversation thread, before I pass it over the table to him between the empty appetizer plates.

“Thank you,” he says, making my skin simmer with heat.

What is his praise going to feel like?

He taps around on the screen for a minute before looking well and satisfied with himself as he slides it back across the table to me.

I look down, lifting my phone to catch what he’s done. Which isn’t much, just texted himself from a newly-entered contact under his name. But it’s the text that has my lips turning up in a grin.

| Gorgeous blonde with the great tits.

Chapter 5

“You think I have nice tits?” I ask, taking a look down at my chest. My dress cuts across rather low and the neckline of the white undershirt does dip down pretty far. Ample cleavage line, but it’s not like I’m working with very much.

“Great tits. Perky little things. I can’t wait to put my mouth on them.”

Jacob chooses that exact moment to return to our table, cheeks pink as he stammers with our dinner plates in hand, and I think he’s about to drop one as he switches them out for the empty ones. “L–let me know if there’s anything else I can get for you with your meals.”

He notably does not look toward me, for fear of what, I don’t know. Looking down at my tits? Making Ben angry? Blurting out unhinged shit like I always do?

I stuff my phone back in my purse as he leaves, brushing my ponytail back over my shoulder and shrugging.

Ben raises an eyebrow, unfolding his napkin and placing it over his lap.

I copy him, smoothing the fabric over my legs and taking note that he’s not even touching his food while I mess around beforepicking up my silverware. My fingers skip over the knife and I grab my fork, trying to act normal with the older man sitting across from me.

Wait.Does he have kids? God, are they my age? Younger?

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