Page 160 of Daddy, Sir

“Say it again,” I commanded.

“Daddy?”

“No, not that, the other part.”

“She said to take it slow?”

“Not that. The first thing.”

“Oh.” Her mischievous smile let me know she knew what I’d been talking about all along. “You mean that I want to be in a relationship with you?”

“Yes, that. Exactly that.”

I spun her around again, and then pulled away and looked down into her beautiful blue eyes. “Can I kiss you?” Suddenly I could think of nothing else but my lips on hers.

She sucked in a breath, and we were close enough I could feel her chest move as she did so. She bit her lip, and her eyes sparkled when she answered. “You’d better, Daddy, Sir. In fact, I demand it. No, wait. I command it.”

“Well, you know in this house, commands must be obeyed,” I murmured, seconds before I lowered my lips to hers.

Epilogue

Three Months later

Lola

Don’t go straight home and hop into bed just because you can.That was what my therapist had said after our last joint session four days ago. She’d surprisingly been okay with our decision to keep living together after the experiment ended as long as we continued to keep separate rooms until we were ready to consumate.

And while I’d been ready to do exactly that, advice be damned, Zeke had taken the advice to heart. Way too much, in my opinion. What he was doing instead was like the romantic version of edging me. Fancy home-cooked dinners. Shirts that brought out his eyes and hugged his muscles. Little touches every time he passed by. Soft kisses. Caressing embraces.

Every single thing he did made me want to haul his ass to the bedroom and end my vow of celibacy then and there, but I’d held out, too. For the first several days, at least. And now I was so pent up I was pretty sure I was going to explode if we didn’t have sex soon.

That was what was screaming in my brain as I walked through the door after a long day on my feet at work. It seemed my clothing shop was thriving just as much as I was personally. The aroma of lemon and pepper wafted through the air, mingled with the sweet scent of chocolate. My stomach growled, and for a moment I considered that I might just be hangry as my stomach started to ache.

But no, as I turned the corner into the kitchen and spotted Zeke bent over, pulling something out of the oven, I felt a very different kind of ache.

And with it a resolve to not make it through another night without making love to this gorgeous man.

“Hi.”

I reached him just as he straightened up, and pounced, jumping into his arms, wrapping them around his neck, and capturing his lips with mine. He kissed me back, deeply, passionately, and when he pulled back we were both out of breath, but he rested his forehead against mine and smirked.

“That was one hell of a greeting, babygirl.”

“That’s how I say take me to the bedroomnow.”

His brow crinkled and the corners of his mouth turned into a frown. “But… dinner.”

“I don’t give a flying fig about dinner. I want you now.”

He sighed, and maneuvered us around until he could set me down on the kitchen counter, and put his hands on my shoulders. “I want you too, babygirl, but I don’t want to just drag you to the bedroom and jump your bones. I had a sweet romantic evening planned. I got you flowers, and I’m making your favorite dinner, and…”

“I don’t care. Turn the oven off and take me to the bedroom, now.”

One perfect brow rose into an arch near his hairline, letting me know exactly how he felt about me ordering him around.When he looked at me like that it usually meant I was skating on thin ice, standing on shaky ground. I did not care.

He opened his mouth to say god knows what, and I couldn’t take it another second. Both hands flying to my hips, I looked him dead in the eye and said, “Ezekiel Rollens, I command you take me to the bedroom. Right. Now.”

His eyebrows both flew up that time, and he cocked his head, regarding me with a smirk that said ‘you’re about to get a spanking, babygirl’. “Oh you command it, do you?”

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