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“Do I have to call you Sir?”

He snorted. “Sweetheart, people call me Sir all day long. I’m an officer, it’s part of the gig. I don’t mind it, but it doesn’t really hit my hot buttons. So, you can if you want. Or… you can call me Daddy, and you’ll be the only one.”

She liked that. She liked that alot. “Daddy, huh?”

He nodded.

The title fit him so well. The caring. The dominance. The word seemed to caress the inside of her mouth, and it came out in a soft, breathy tone, “Daddy.”

He groaned and closed his eyes. “Yep, that’s going to work just fine.

Chapter Seven

Since she didn’t have a key, she’d had the foresight to leave the back door unlocked. That was handy when they stumbled into the house, because her hands were full of fast food, and his were full of her.

She couldn’t blame the drinks; the heavy conversation had thoroughly sobered her up in the parking lot. Not that she’d been that tipsy anyway, but she was fully in control of her facilities when she leaned over in the driveway and pressed her lips to his.

It was meant to be a taste. Just a sweet, low-heat brush of the lips to see how it felt to kiss him. She’d been fantasizing about doing it for so long, but it turned into something hungry and desperate almost immediately. His tongue pushed between her lips, aggressively exploring her mouth, and she couldn’t help responding.

The kissing turned into groping, with both of them awkwardly fumbling in the front seat, until the car was knocked into neutral and started to roll backward. Oliver quickly stepped on the brake and blew out a loud breath of air that ended in a laugh. “Wow. Maybe we should take this inside.”

“I guess we should, before one of the neighbors tells my mother we were making out in her driveway.” Jamie paused,then laughed. “Of course, I could tell her this was the alternative to having boys in the house.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “As tempting as that is… I’d rather not end up rolling down the street with my pants down. Let’s take this inside, so we can relax and enjoy it.”

She couldn’t argue with that. She got out of the car, but between the driveway and the house, they somehow ended up with their hands all over each other again. It was like a magnetic attraction neither of them could escape.

Her appetite was gone, for greasy fast food anyway. She tossed the bags on the table, and gave Oliver, Daddy now, all her attention. Her arms looped around his neck and her head fell back so she could stare up at him.

In high school he’d been cute, but maturity looked good on him. He looked tough, like the military man he was, but those beautiful blue eyes hadn’t changed. “You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted this.”

She ran her tongue over her bottom lip, and then asked, “Did you know I had a thing for you? When we were in school, I mean.”

He leaned in, swiping his tongue across the lip, following where her own had just been, before he answered. “I guessed. It was… sweet, and a little bit aggravating.”

She stiffened, and in a tone of mock outrage, “Aggravating?”

Oliver chuckled. “Yes, brat, aggravating. Even if your way of showing affection hadn’t been driving me nuts every chance you got, having my best friend develop romantic feelings for me was… awkward. Especially with the age difference. I thought you’d grow out of it.”

Jamie rolled her eyes. “Guess you were wrong,Daddy.”

“I guess I was, and I’ve never been happier to be wrong.” He pulled her up tight against his body, arms locking around her waist. “But it would never have worked out between us.”

A pang of hurt flashed through her and she inhaled sharply. “Why would you say that?”

“Because, sweetheart, that teenage boy wouldn’t have known how to deal with you. He was clueless about what you needed. It would have been a disaster, but it’s not a problem now.” His mouth tilted up in a grin.

She felt the tension slipping away. “No?”

“Nope.” His voice dropped low and took on a gravelly tone. “I know exactly what you need, brat. Now, let’s find the bedroom, because otherwise we’re going to fuck on the kitchen table, and if we do that, I’m never going to be able to look your mother in the eye again.”

It sent a wave of excitement through her body, and it ended right at her clit, which pulsed in response. Her brain short-circuited and she couldn’t even manage a smart-assed response. Luckily, Oliver remembered where her room was, and he pulled her down the hall without needing directions.

He stopped short in the doorway. “This is different,” he said, but he didn’t wait for her to attempt an answer. Everything happened so quickly after that, at least at first. They fumbled with each other’s clothing with an eagerness that was exhilarating, but didn’t get them very far.

He stopped her. “Let me do it,” he said, as he brushed her hands aside and turned her so he could unzip the dress. It was tight enough that it had to be pulled and tugged down to her waist. He left it there, and his hands moved to the bra, unfastening it with quick flicks of his fingers.

It slid down her arms, dropping it to the floor, just before he spun her around. His mouth found her neck, and she felt the scrape of his chin scruff against her skin. The rough scraping was an exciting contrast to the softness of his lips and tongue. She let out a low moan, shuddering as he moved up the line of her neck to nip at her ear.

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