Page 17 of Dating the Daddy

"Months."

He groans, his fingers digging into my flesh. “I've been waiting for you for years, baby girl. Christ. I'm mad as hell that you’ve been jealous for months when you didn't have to be. I never would have agreed to anyone but you.”

I have a feeling he isn't kidding about that. He's unholy stubborn. And for some reason, he's decided I'm what he wants.

Thank you, Baby Jesus.

“Just so you know, you aren't sharing me with anyone else," I breathe against his ear. "I dated a few times, but I saved myself for the man who was meant to be my daddy."

"Fucking hell," he growls, hauling me off my feet as my laughter peels around us. "You're trying to break me, aren't you?"

"Only a little bit. Is it working?"

"Yeah, you little minx. It's fucking working. We're going to my place. I'm going to cook you dinner, feed you, and if I'm a really good Daddy, maybe you'll let me show you exactly how devoted I plan to be."

"Mmm," I hum, pretending to think about it as he loads me back into his SUV. "Depends."

"On what?"

I flash him a grin. "How good of a cook you are. Mediocrity will not get me out of this dress, Aidan."

"Mediocrity?" he scoffs. "Remember you said that when you have my meat in your mouth, baby girl."

I throw my head back, laughing loudly. "Bring it on,Daddy."

He crushes his mouth to mine with a soft grunt. "Fuck. I love the smartass way you say my name when you're fucking with me. It shouldn't make my cock this goddamn hard, and yet, the bastard hasn't gone soft yet."

I don't tell him, but I kind of love it, too. Oh, who am I kidding? I kind of lovehim.

"Well?"Aidan breathes against my ear two hours later, nuzzling me as I sit on his lap at his kitchen table, our empty plate before us.

A shiver works its way through me as I lean into him, blissful in a way I've never been. "Your meat is the best thing I've ever had in my mouth." I sigh happily, earning a chuckle from him.

Mediocrity definitely isn't in his vocabulary. But devotion? Well, he's got that one down pat. He's been spoiling the hell out of me. I got to drink wine and watch while he made us steak and potatoes. And then he pulled me down onto his lap and fed me from his hand.

I'm not sure which of us enjoyed it more. His erection has been a hard ridge against my ass all night, slowly driving me crazy.

"Good girl." He nips the shell of my ear, and I hum, melting against him. "Do you want more wine?"

"I shouldn't."

"Didn't ask if you should, Fairy. I asked if you want it."

I think about it for a minute and then shake my head. "I want something else."

"Yeah?" He cups my jaw, turning my head until he's able to brush his lips against mine. "What do you want? Name it and it's yours."

In that case…

"A private island, a yacht, seven billion dollars, and a treehouse. Like, an actual house built around a giant tree."

His body shakes with laughter. "I'll see what I can do."

"Perfect. In the meantime…" I wriggle until I'm able to turn on his lap. My dress rides up my thighs, so freaking high I know he can see myjust-in-casethong as I straddle his thick thighs, looping my arms around his shoulders. "I'm in the mood for dessert, Daddy."

"Oh yeah?" His eyes glitter with desire behind his mask as his hands fall to my outer thighs. "And what does my baby girl want?"

Fortune favors the bold, right?

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