Page 256 of Daddy's Naughty List

“That’s it, darling,” he encouraged her. “Let go for me. Nothing else matters but this. You and me, right now, in this moment.”

Lulu gasped in delight at his words. He sought out her clit with his fingers, showing her exactly how in the moment she could be. She bucked and she ground into him and she shrieked until finally, he had pushed her all the way to the edge of pleasure, and he let her fall off that cliff into the deep waters of a delicious orgasm. her was right that to catch her, to kiss her, and once he felt like she could handle it, he began stoking her fire once more.

“Oh, Daddy,” she panted. “You’re so good at this.”

“You make it easy, Lulu,” he said, thrusting his rock-hard lust into her warm wetness over and over.

Lulu babbled incoherently, lost in a sea of bliss as Ben worshipped her body just as skillfully as she had his.

Tears of overwhelming emotion pricked the corners of her eyes.

"I’m right here with you, sweetheart," Ben reassured her, voice rough with strain as he neared his own cliff-edge. "I've got you, you’re about to be mine, darling."

With a wail of joy, Louisa shattered apart beneath him once more, and this time her release triggered his own.

Ben crushed his mouth against hers to muffle both their cries as he emptied himself deep inside her, hips continuing to rock through each wave of rapture.

In the afterglow, as their hearts gradually slowed and breaths evened out, Ben gazed down at the incredible woman in his arms.

He felt glorious.

He felt terrified.

He was in trouble.

The truth was, like it or not, he was falling hard and fast for this bright, creative, whirlwind of a Little. He wanted her to be his, now and always. He had claimed her now, yes, but truly, she was the one who had claimed him.

He was trying to figure out a way to put this in words, to tell her that even though it was all happening so fast, he was feeling things he’d never felt before. About himself. About her. But the moment he finally opened his mouth to speak, he was interrupted.

The shrill ring of his phone startled them. He fumbled for the offending device on the nightstand, frowning when he saw the caller ID.

Oh, shit. It was his PA. He’d instructed her to only call him while he was on this trip if there was some kind of emergency.

With an apologetic glance at Louisa, he answered gruffly. "Lawson here."

He paced the small room, free hand clenching and unclenching at his side. Tension radiated off him in palpable waves. "Okay. Yeah. I understand," Ben said finally, voice heavy with resignation. "I'll be on the next flight out." He hung up and tossed the phone aside, scrubbing a hand down his face.

Louisa sat up, pulling the sheet around her bare body. Worry gnawed at her gut. "What's wrong? What happened?"

Ben sighed, perching on the edge of the bed. He took her small hand in his. "That was my assistant in Texas. I've hit a major snag with the ranch project."

"What kind of snag?" Fear crept into Louisa's voice.

"The local governor got wind of my plans. He has . . . conservative views. He’s pulled my permits." Ben's jaw clenched. "Claims he won't allow 'that kind of immoral establishment' in his jurisdiction."

"Oh no!" Louisa gasped, squeezing his hand. “What will you do?”

"Shh, hey now. It’s okay. I’ll survive." Ben gathered her into his arms, stroking her hair soothingly even as his own heart raced. “I’m afraid this complicates things, though.”

“I understand. I’m so sorry about your ranch. Your dream.”

“I’m not going to back down.”

Louisa sniffled against his chest. "But how will you fight it? If he has the power to revoke permits. . . "

"I have a great team of lawyers. I'll fight this, take it to court if I have to." Ben's voice hardened with determination. "But it means I need to go back to handle things in person. Like, immediately."

Louisa pulled back, eyes wide and dismayed. "You're leaving? Now?"

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