Page 28 of Possessing Paisley

I’m not normally a gentle man. In fact, being gentle is difficult for me. It’s easier with her somehow. Maybe because I can tell she needs it. She might like me fucking her roughly, but from the small comments Chloe’s made, I think Paisley needs me to take care of her softly.

“I’ll be right back.” I let my cock slide out of her, hating the sudden disconnect. Then, I point to her and lift a stern eyebrow. “Stay.”

Her eyes narrow in defiance, but she doesn’t move, probably because she’s too exhausted.

After I piss and clean myself up, I find a washcloth and run it under warm water. Her eyes are closed when I approach. As soon as I pull her knees apart, she startles and tries to sit up.

“I can do it,” she mumbles, trying to take the cloth from me.

I glare at her and use my free hand to push her back down. “Daddy will do it. You lie there like my good girl and let me.”

She likes it when I call her a good girl. Every time I do, she visibly softens for me. I suspect she’s never been praised before. There’s no doubt that asshole ex never gave her any compliments.

Even though she’s stiff while I clean her up, she doesn’t fight me on it, and it pleases me. I like getting my way. I also like that she doesn’t always just give me my way. It’s rare that anyone defies me. It’s new and a challenge I didn’t know I wanted.

“Good girl,” I croon when I finish and toss the cloth away. “Crawl under the covers.”

Her head snaps up. “I’ll go into the guest room. Sorry. I wasn’t trying to overstay my welcome. I just feel like a pile of goo right now. I’ll go.”

This time, when she sits up, I capture her chin, pinching it firmly between my fingers. “I said, get under the covers. You’re not going to the fucking guest room. Not after that. I want you where I can keep an eye on you.”

When she gives a slight nod, I release her and watch as she crawls on all fours to the head of the bed, her still pink ass teasing me as she goes. My cock starts to harden again, and I have to nudge it down.

As soon as she’s situated, I turn off the light and get in next to her. She’s practically hugging the edge. I reach over and tug her toward me, but she tenses.

“Baby, relax. I’m just snuggling you. Go to sleep.”

She lets out a soft sigh and allows me to arrange her so her back is pressed into my front with my arm wrapped around her waist and her lush ass against my cock. Why did I think this was a good idea? I’m never going to be able to get any rest.

“Kieran,” she whispers a few minutes later.

“What?”

Several seconds pass before she speaks again. “Thank you. For tonight. For coming to my rescue with Jeremy and Mercedes. I would have been humiliated if you weren’t there. I really did have a good time with you.”

I lower my face to her shoulder and press several kisses to her soft skin, my chest suddenly tight. That asshole is going to pay. So is his bitch. “You’re welcome.”

“Night, Kieran.”

“Night, Little one.”

Asleep, she looks so peaceful and relaxed. Sweet and soft. I know this because I’ve spent half the night watching her. I want to see her like this all the time, even when she’s awake. I have a feeling she’s carried some heavy burdens throughout her life and hasn’t ever really been able to trust someone else to take them on. She’ll learn. Eventually.

Every so often, she would scrunch her nose in the cutest way. I wanted to know if she was dreaming of me.

Even when I tried to close my eyes, I couldn’t stop thinking. About her. About what we did. What it means. Where we go from here.

I don’t know what came over me when she brought up going back to the guest room. I haven’t slept in a bed with a woman in years, but I couldn’t stand the thought of her leaving.

The only answer I’ve come up with is that this is definitely not a one-time thing. I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now. Do I ask her on a date? No, fuck that. There would be no asking. That would give her the chance to say no. Too much of a risk becausenowould likely be her answer. Then I’d have to put her over my knee until I got her soft and agreeable again. Not much of a hardship, though.

The sun is barely up when my phone vibrates. It takes me a minute to uncurl from her without waking her up, but once I’m free, I swing my legs off the edge of the bed and sit up.

Declan: Meet at 7 a.m., my house. Cage has a lead on Smoke.

I glance at the time. Not even six yet. Fuck. It’s going to be a long day.

After turning to take one more look at Paisley, I head to the bathroom, turn the shower on hot, and step under the spray. Being that it’s Saturday, Paisley shouldn’t have to gointo the office, though she and the other girls usually spend the weekends working on the makeup line. At least she’ll be at Declan’s, where I can keep an eye on her.

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