Page 102 of Daddy's Naughty List

Lifting her in his arms, he carried her to the bed.

She clung to him. “Connor?”

It was too late for questions. He was a fucking Tarzan. There was a symmetry to it since her middle name was Jayne. The breathiness in her voice stoked the flames already consuming him.

“Who am I, trouble?” His voice was deep and raw with need.

“Wh-what?”

“What do you call me?” He needed to hear her say it again.

“Oh. Daddy.” Embarrassed, she nuzzled her face into his neck like a kitten.

That was good. He’d have her purring soon. Not yet, though. Right now, he needed her lips again. When he took them, fire streaked through him like lightning, straight to his cock. His entire body ached for her.

He traced the line of her jaw with his tongue. “Tell Daddy what you need, babygirl.” Her gasps and whimpers were killing him.

She blinked slowly and tried to obey him. “Daddy, I need… I need… I don’t know what I need but I… I…”

His teeth, scoring her neck, silenced her. “That's all right, babygirl. Daddy knows what you need.”

His reason made one more attempt. He should stop this. She was Winnie’s sister. For all intents and purposes, she was the fucking client. The cardinal rule was you never sleep with the client. And he never had. Never even been tempted. What was it about this girl?

He had to slow things down. Give her time to think. To make sure this was what she wanted.

Growling in frustration, Connor rolled off her. “We need to push pause here. I need to make sure you know what you’re doing so you can say yes and mean it.”

He stood and drew down the covers, turning her toward the back wall and pulling them all the way up to her chin.

“I do know what we’re doing.” The rasp of desire in her voice almost had him snatch the covers back down, knowledgeable consent be damned. But he’d never been that kind of guy, and he wasn’t going to start with Bliss. “Just because I can’t say it doesn’t mean I don’t want it. Want you.”

She was killing him.

Just one more kiss to say goodnight. That’s what any good Daddy would do, right? This time his kiss was light, the chaste kiss he’d meant to give her before. “Go to sleep, trouble. We’ll talk in the morning.”

He rolled to the other side of the mattress. Laying down as close to the edge as he could, he willed his cock to settle down. When Bliss fell asleep, maybe he’d take a shower and give himself some relief.

His body went rigid when soft fingers combed through his hair. It thrummed with the need to turn to her and finish what they’d started. “What are you doing, babygirl? Turn back over and go to sleep. We’re still going to have a discussion in the morning. Don’t make it worse by not minding me again.”

He sucked in a deep breath. Calm. He needed to find his calm.

Not likely when she was feeding his craving for her with her tentative touch. Instead of moving away, she pressed her body against his. The thin hotel sheet did nothing to shield him from the pressure of her breasts against his back or the heat of her pussy pressing into his ass.

“Daddy?” she whispered softly.

He closed his eyes and mentally looked for the strap holding his resolve in place so he could tighten it. Sighing, he rolled to his back.

That was a mistake. Dressed in nothing but his flannel shirt, she looked tiny and young. She was so much younger than him. Seven years might not seem like a lot, but in life experiences they were decades apart.

He’d fucked up. He never should have kissed her. Now he had to protect her from making a decision she’d probably regret. He shook his head. “Roll back over where I put you, naughty girl. You need sleep.”

She didn’t move. Apparently, her resolve was doing fine. “I don’t want to go to sleep. I want to keep doing what we were doing before.”

He locked his muscles down before he did something stupid. “Listen to me, trouble. You need to roll your sweet ass back over to your side of the bed. Now. The past few days have been rough for you. What you need is sleep. Now move.”

She moved at his command, only not the direction he’d told her to. Before he could react, she rolled on top of him, her thighs straddling him and pressing into the sides of his hips. But she didn’t stop there. Bracing herself on his chest, she kissed him.

He rolled her to his side but couldn’t pull away from her kiss. Sure, physically he could, but her lips were tender and sweet as honey. He never wanted to move again.

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