Page 9 of Navy Daddy

She knows it’s working.

“Rubbing against me. Practicing our wrestling while you strip me naked with your beautiful eyes. I can’t blame you for wanting?—”

I don’t let her finish the sentence, swinging my hands under her ass and hoisting her up into me. To hell with it. I’m already indulging this lunacy, so why not lose myself to it completely?

Eva squeals as her feet lift off the floor, and she clings to my shoulders for dear life. She starts giggling frantically when she’s steady in my arms, and one of the hands clawing my shoulder moves over to cup my cheek.

“We’ll be doing groundwork.” I inch closer, my eyes pinned to her lips. Don’t even know why I’m pretending this is still a lesson at all. There should be no surprise as to what comes next.

“Why did I have a feeling you’d say that?” Her hot breath tickles my nose.

“Rules are simple. Since you’re still dressed in your breakfast best, you’ll have to stop me from taking it off.”

“Don’t think you’re getting out of it that easily. I’m gunning for those jeans.” Eva smirks, pecking my lips. “It’s about time I get to see the spear that’s been prodding me all week.”

“Fine. To the victor go the spoils,” I add, with no thought to what it actually means. I’m lust-drunk and ready for wherever this day takes us.

I pull her tightly against my chest, this time, smashing my mouth into hers and losing myself to an intense embrace. As it breaks, I release her from my grip.

But Eva wastes no time. She doesn’t give me a second to gather my thoughts, and as her feet hit the grass, she pounces like a tigress stalking a deer. Low down, hands finding their way behind my knees, using the techniques I taught her to drop me flat on my ass.

The game’s on, and I’m not going to lose.

8

EVA

Well, today took an unexpected turn, but I’m definitely not upset with where it’s going. Who would’ve thought being late would get me closer to the man I’ve been fantasizing about? I should’ve stuck to my guns and continued down the rebel’s road ages ago. We could’ve skipped all the mental torture.

“Not bad,” Arthur says, adjusting himself on the floor.

He’s trying to get up, but I won’t let him. I drop myself onto his belly, straddling his hips with my legs, flat palms pressing all my weight into his shoulders. It won’t keep him down long, but it gives me time to think about how I’m going to get him naked first. But how do I do it?

“You’re not going anywhere, big guy,” I coo. Play to your strengths. That’s what he taught me on our third day of training, and I know he can’t resist when I use my sultry voice. “I’ve got you right where I want you, so don’t try and fight it.” I drop lower and lean in closer to him.

“Is that so?” he asks, but his eyes twinkle as I start moving one hand down his body. “That hand will never make it to my belt.”

“Huh? I’m not trying to do that.” I grin sheepishly.

Better do it fast so he doesn’t have a chance to react. I hoist myself up, thrusting both hands between our bodies, straight for his belt buckle. Even though I’m trying my best to stay serious and actually win this damned thing, I’m giggling like crazy.

In one swift motion, Arthur bucks his hips, and it knocks me off balance. He grabs both of my arms by the wrist and uses his size to send me hurtling off his side and onto my back. He rolls on top of me, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head.

“Told you.” His face is against my neck, and his words tickle my skin.

“It’s not fair. You’re so much bigger than me,” I whine, wriggling frantically to break free.

“I also don’t like to lose,” he whispers in my ear before he sucks the lobe between his lips.

My whole body starts to vibrate at the sensation. It’s so new, so thrilling, and it makes a shiver trickle down my spine.

Arthur’s lips travel from my ear down my neck. He’s kissed me a few times since our first, but never like this.

And I’m loving every second of it.

“Can’t win if you keep holding my hands,” I squeal.

To hell with this competition. Seeing his cock is a small victory, but the way Arthur kisses me makes me wonder if losing will yield the greatest prize. The farther his lips trickle down myneck, down my chest, hovering dangerously close to my breasts, the more reaffirmed my thought feels.

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