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As many orgasms as I want until we get back to the apartment.

Why is the thought of being on restriction after that so goddamned hot?

Chapter 14

Hudson

My cock is rock hard in my pants, and I’m thankful I have the barrier of my briefs against my zipper.

Standing just outside the fitting room and listening to Emmy orgasm as I used an app on my phone to control the vibrator I’d inserted into her is a fantasy that I’ll replay in my head for the rest of my life.

Her surprise when it had first turned on . . .

The way she’d tried to stay quiet . . .

Her whimpers and moans . . .

Fuck.

I didn’t even need the app to tell me when she orgasmed—I heard it. I doubt she even noticed she was whispering my name and beggingDaddyto let her come. I think I even heard her say something about a viper, but I’ll have to ask her about that later.

My cock pulses, and I reach down to give it a squeeze, slightly worried I might come in my fucking pants like a goddamn teenager, right here in the middle of the store.

I’ve never played like this before. No woman has ever allowed this kind of control and depth of fantasy. The way I just spoke to Emmy, like she was my toy to play with as I pleased, made her pupils blow wide and her pulse increase. Most of the women before her had run from my filthy words.

With how Emmy reacted today, I’m looking forward to seeing how far I can push her tonight.

Noise from inside the fitting room lets me know that it’s my cue to leave. I scan the store and spot Derek and Xavier at the register, collecting several bags. While we didn’t say yes to everything Emmy had tried on, there were very few things we said no to. This was her first self-selected reward, after all.

That plaid pleated mini skirt and white blouse combo was a hard yes from all four of us.

When my attention lands on Darcy, the asshole is smirking at me. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

I jerk my head toward the doors, then leave the store, the quiet music replaced with the hustle and bustle that is a mainstream mall. The door opens and closes behind me and then Darcy is right there.

“That was . . .” I can’t find the words.

“That was the start to our weekend,” he says, finishing my sentence but not using any of the words swirling around in my head.

Stunning. Exhilarating. Perfection.

“I think—” I don’t get to finish my sentence. The store doors open once again, and Derek, Xavier, and Emmy walk out.

Emmy is back in that fucking amazing blue dress, has her backpack on, her cheeks are rosy, and there is a sparkle in her eye only an amazing orgasm can give a woman. Derek is holding her hand, and both he and Xavier are carrying bags.

When they get to us, Derek looks down at Emmy and gives her hand a little squeeze. She looks up at him, the rosy hue of her cheeks deepening, before turning to look at me. Her gaze darts to the woman eyeing us as she walks by, not making it any secret that she is being a judgy bitch.

Emmy straightens her shoulders and stares back at the woman before returning her attention to me. “Thank you for my orgasm, Daddy.”

Not giving a fuck that Derek is holding her hand, I step in close and kiss her forehead. “You’re welcome, kitten.”

I cup the side of her face and pull her close until she places her head against my chest. Soaking in the feel of her against me, I close my eyes and enjoy the moment.

Before I really want to, I step back from the cuddle and look to my three best friends. “Lunch?”

“Actually, I wanted to go grab some more charcoals. You four go on without me, and I’ll join you at Lizzote’s,” Darcy responds, already taking a step back from us toward his preferred local art supply store.

“Charcoals?” Emmy asks. “You draw?”

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