Page 16 of Dating the Daddy

I whimper softly, my knees shaking. Lord, have mercy. I may have bitten off more than I can chew with this man. But when has that ever stopped me? Exactly never.

I turn my head so my lips brush his cheek, right beside the corner of his mouth. "Bring it on." I pause. "Daddy."

He groans, a guttural, almost broken sound of need, turning his head to capture my mouth in a fierce kiss. I clutch him to me, my lips parting beneath his as he consumes me alive, licking into my mouth like he's starving for the taste of me. Heat flows through me in pyroclastic waves, igniting my bloodstream. Making me ache in ways I didn't think possible.

"Daddy," I moan into his mouth, aching and desperate for more.

"Fuck, baby girl, I know," he whispers, planting sweet little kisses on my bottom lip. "Let's get inside. I'll find us a private room and take care of you."

I nod frantically. And then what he said about a private room registers through the fog of desire clouding my brain. I pull back, blinking around us.

"Are we at The Sterling Rope?" I ask, breathless.

"Yeah, baby girl." He brushes his thumb along my cheek. "And I have no expectations beyond dinner at the bar if that's all you want. But I wanted to take you somewhere to show you that I've been listening. I understand you. And your privacy is important to me, too."

That's sweet. Really freaking sweet. But I can't go in there! Privacy is, literally, the last thing waiting for me inside.

Leia's brother-in-law, Bronx Kaiser, is the club’s head of security. And his wife, Gemma, is here all the time. Aidandoesn't know me enough to recognize me with my mask on. Bronx and Gemma absolutely will. We spend a lot of time together. Bronx works the front door. We have to go through him to get into the club.

And I don't know who Aidan has told about who he was taking out tonight or about who he wanted to date. If he's told anyone that he's after the matchmaker… well, he won't have to say a word to expose me. My own dang friends will do it without even knowing they've done it.

This is really bad.

I think quickly, trying to figure out how to wiggle out of this without disappointing him. I'm not ready just yet to tell him who I am. Maybe that's silly, all things considered, but I like this little game we've been playing. I love how determined he is to prove himself. And I love that he's letting me keep him in suspense.

I feel completely free with him. Will that change once he knows I'm Elysa Darby? I'm a little afraid to find out. But I won't lie to him either.

"I can't go in there, Aidan," I whisper regretfully.

"Why not?"

"There are certain people in there who know me well enough to recognize me on sight even with the mask."

"Who?"

"Friends."

"Are we talking about men you've dated, baby girl?"

I smile at how grumpy he sounds about it. "I certainly hope not, considering the last man I dated is in prison."

"What the fuck?" Even through his mask, I clock the dark scowl overtaking his expression. "You dated a man in prison?"

"He wasn't in prison when we were dating. And I didn't know he was going to try to murder my best friend over his stupid sports betting scheme. Obviously, I broke up with him," I grumble.

He grunts, whatever that means, and then pauses. "What a fucking prick," he finally mutters, his tone black.

"Uh-huh," I agree, scrutinizing his expression. "You're jealous, aren't you? Thinking that I've slept with men in that club?"

"Hell yes," he growls without hesitation. "Everyone has a past, baby girl. We're human. But I'm jealous as hell thinking about yours." He looks me over, his gaze intense. "You called me your daddy. From that moment, in my mind, you became mine. And Daddy doesn't want to fucking share you or think about you with anyone else. I'm a possessive asshole, Fairy.Youturned me into that."

"Want to know a secret?"

He nods warily.

"The only reason I didn't try to hook you up with anyone else was because I didn't like the thought of you with anyone. Jealousy ate me alive anytime I considered who would be a good match for you." I press myself up against him, crushing my tits to his chest as I lift up on my toes, placing my lips at his ear. "I wanted it to be me, Daddy."

"How long?" he growls, anchoring me to him with his hand on my hip.

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