Page 25 of Boss Daddy's Girl

"I'm going to fuck your ass now, Ellie. Are you ready?"

"Please."

I spread more of the oil over my cock, lining it up to her ass. My fingers dig into her hips as I push inside, trying not to come instantly at the insane pleasure of being inside her. I've never felt anything like this before, and I'm not sure I'll ever recover.

Her body is so tight and warm, and with the lube, she's taking me in easily. I'm almost all the way in when she moans, and Ihave to stop and try to catch my breath. "Ellie, you have to stop moving. Otherwise, I'm going to come."

She giggles, looking back at me with a face flush with need. "That sounds good to me."

I growl, my cock twitching inside her. "Oh, you're going to pay for that." I pull out slowly and then thrust in, making her squeal. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Daddy. Oh God, yes!" Her words are a litany of soft pleas and moans.

I hold her still and thrust again, pulling her back onto my dick over and over again. My fingers grip her hips, the tips leaving indents in her soft skin. "Fuck, Ellie. You’re going to be the death of me.”

"Drake, please don't stop," she pants. Her hands grip the headboard, knuckles turning white, as she arches her back and moves her hips in time with my thrusts.

"Touch yourself, baby girl. I'm about to fill you up, but I need you to come, too." She does as I say, her hand rubbing her clit furiously. "Come with me, Ellie. Come with me."

"Yes! Daddy!"

She screams my name, and the sound of her pleasure combined with all of her muscles bearing down on me is enough to push me over the edge. I push into her one last time and let go, my vision blurring as my orgasm consumes me. "Fuck yes, Ellie. You're mine. All fucking mine."

My hips rock forward, and I empty myself into her, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I collapse onto the bed next to her. My body feels completely spent, and all I want is to fall asleep rightnow with her in my arms. I'm about to pull her into me when she sits up and looks at me.

"Wow."

I grin at her, my head falling back onto the pillow. "That's one way of putting it."

I bask in the afterglow with her for a few moments before peeling myself away and going to restart the shower for a second time so we can clean up. Once alone in the bathroom, though, I lean against the glass shower door and take a shaky breath to come to terms with what I've just realized.

She's everything. Ellie White is everything to me, and I'm in love with her.

6

ELLIE

Coming out of our suite and rejoining the conference doesn't even seem real. Our hotel room, the bed, the shower—it all felt like our own little world, and going back to reality feels impossible.

I don't want to do it. But I have to. Dammit.

It doesn't even feel like we're the same people, back in our professional clothing, ready to do our jobs. We almost didn't make it out of the room when Drake saw me in my slate gray pencil skirt—apparently his favorite item of clothing on the planet—but I retained enough of my professionalism to get us out the door.

Now we're backstage as Drake prepares for his speech. Being one of two keynote speakers, the crowd is enormous. None of us mention that Claude is speaking after him, technically the final speaker for the entire convention. Every time it's brought up, I remind Drake that it was simply done that way because of alphabetical order, but I can tell that doesn't help ease his anger at having to precede the climber he hates so much.

But he manages to put that out of his mind, and I straighten his tie, fighting the urge to kiss him. Drake didn't have time to shave this morning, and the stubble on his jaw is driving me wild. "I'm going to go find a seat. Good luck."

He gives me his trademark smirk, lopsided and dashing. "Luck has nothing to do with it. I've got this."

"Of course you do. Don't forget you've got the interview for the New York Times with Kenneth Hopper after this. You're meeting at the hotel cafe. I'll catch up with you afterward."

"Ellie…" His laugh is low and soft. "I know, baby. I know. We've been over this a million times."

"Fine. Fine." I give in to the urge to touch him one last time, resting my hand on his forearm and squeezing gently. Drake gives me a small smile and turns to chat with the stage manager, and I walk out into the crowded auditorium.

I've been to a lot of big meetings and conferences over the years, and I'm usually excited by the energy. There's something about being surrounded by a bunch of people who are all passionate about the same thing that just feels right.

But today, it just feels stifling. I'm hot and cramped in a chair in the middle of the auditorium, surrounded by climbers waiting for Drake's speech to begin. It's a huge crowd, and I'm starting to feel claustrophobic. I look around and try to figure out if there's an easy escape route, and then I catch sight of a familiar head of golden hair. Claude. Ugh.

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