Page 10 of Dating the Daddy

I swipe to answer, putting the phone up to my ear.

“Hey, Sunshine,” I say, pretending I’m cool as a cucumber. “Don’t you think it’s a little late to be harassing me?”

“I’m going to spank your gorgeous ass as soon as I get my hands on you,” he growls.

“Oh, dear. Whatever for?”

“You know exactly what you did, Fairy.”

“‘Fraid not. I did a lot of things today. I went to work. I took out the garbage. I even scrubbed my bathroom. Did you know that you can use a toothbrush on the grout to keep it nice and clean?”

“Oh,” he says, laughing like a man on the edge. “Then let me fill you in, you wicked little thing. First, you made me jerk my fucking cock in my office this morning while staring at that photo you sent me. I fantasized about you fucking your fingers while I did it, in case you wanted to know.”

Oh my God.

“And then, I spent all goddamn day with a hard-on, because even after I came, I couldn’t keep you off my mind. Do you know how uncomfortable it is to walk around with your cock hard for ten hours, Fairy?”

“No?”

“It isn’t pleasant,” he growls. “And I had meetings all day.”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.

“And then, just when I thought the torture was over for the day, I get back to the office to my entire staff eyeing me sideways. When I finally got someone to confess what the fuck was going on, I learned thatsomeonehas splashed my business all over theSilver Spoon Single Serve. I’m not up for the challenge, Fairy?” His voice is deadly calm by the end… and my nipples are hard points. There is something deliciously sexy about this man when he’s mad as hell and turned on. “Oh, baby. You have no idea how you’re going to pay for this when I get my hands on you.”

“How?” I blurt, unable to bite the question back. I want to know, dammit. How will this man punish me? What wicked things will he do to me to make me pay for tormenting him?

“I think I’ll start by burying my face between your thighs and seeing how many times I can make you come on my tongue,” he snarls. “And then, maybe I’ll see how well you can type your column when you’ve got my dick stuffed down your throat.”

“Daddy,” I whimper, my thighs shaking. And then I realize what I said.No. Oh no.That name was never supposed to leave my lips. It was never supposed to leave the deepest, darkest recesses of my mind. “I-I mean…”

“No,” he practically purrs. “Don’t you fucking dare take it back now, Fairy.”

Oh. My. God. What is happening right now?

“You want to be a brat for Daddy, baby girl? You want to drive him crazy, make him suffer? I’ll play,” he says. “But you’ll suffer the consequences too, Fairy.”

I should say no, tell him I was just kidding. It’s the sane, rational thing to do. But I don’t feel particularly sane or rational right now. I want this man. I love the bossy, grumpy side of him. Iwant it unleashed on me. Every damn bit of it. He doesn’t even know me, but I feel more like myself with him than I’ve ever felt before.

Sure, I’ve dated. But I’ve never slept with anyone. It never felt right because I never felt truly free to be myself. With this man, that isn’t a problem. I’ve been nothing but myself. I’ve poked and prodded and teased and tormented. And he’s still on the phone right now, telling me the wicked things he wants to do to me because of it.

I love that, maybe more than I should.

“What are the consequences…Daddy?”

“You coming on your fingers right fucking now,” he growls. “I want to hear it.”

Oh my…

“Right now?” I ask, scooting backward on the bed. I arrange myself in the middle of it, parting my thighs. “What if I’m in public?”

“Too bad,” he snaps. “Get somewhere private and get your fingers on your pussy, Fairy. Now.”

I slide my hand down my body, whimpering quietly. “I’m in my bed, Aidan. All alone. Naked. Dripping wet.”

He roars like an angry bear, making my core clench again.

My hand drifts between my legs. I’m so freaking wet—and I don’t mean from the shower. It’s him. His voice. His wicked commands. His bossy attitude. Hell, it’s everything about him.

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