Page 71 of Daddy, Sir

Making sure I was actually looking at the phone’s screen, I pressed the end call button and headed toward the beckoning door. Halfway there, I turned and launched the phone, watching it bounce on the bed and then disappear beneath the sheet Fiona had thrown back. I grinned in satisfaction. For what I was about to do, I sure as hell wasn’t taking any chances. The only buttons I planned on pushing would be those that had only one person crying out and that person’s silhouette was just visible in the steam roiling over the top of the shower’s glass door.

Without anything to remove, my stride didn’t pause across the tile floor. I opened the door. “I think you missed a spot, babygirl. Daddy better wash every inch of you just to make sure you’re squeaky clean.”

Fiona’s laugh tripped like a string of musical notes as she turned to hand me the loofa she held. “I suppose that’s only fair. After all, it was my Daddy who made me such a dirty, dirty, little girl.”

The sight of her pink nipples tightening and her tongue coming out to lick across her bottom lip had me changing my plan.

“I seem to remember someone telling me they loved swallowing. Why don’t you get down on those pretty little knees and show Daddy just how dirty his girl can be?”

As she slowly sank to the floor, I gathered the red, heavy length of her hair, wrapping it around my fist. Tugging her head back, huge, pools of green looked up at me, my body blocking the water from splashing into her mouth when she opened it and that tongue swiped not across her lip but up the shaft of my dick from balls to tip. Groaning, I pressed my free hand against thetile wall as her hands, looking so small and pale against my skin, braced against my thighs.

“Feed me, Daddy.”

There were chains of command, then there were the chains this woman had around my heart. “Open wide, babygirl.”

And like a beautiful, exotic little bird, her lips parted and I fed her my cock inch by inch.

When we walked into the office an hour and a half later, while the men fell on the pink boxes of donuts and kolaches as if they’d not eaten in a week, Audra just looked over at us and smiled.

Chapter Eleven

Fiona

Landon was good as his word. From the moment I’d walked into his office, I’d not been alone. Even though he’d talked about coming up with a schedule, the only one ever on thenight shiftdetail, was Major Landon Westerly himself. I might have teased him about it except this morning I’d remembered I actually did own a car when the trill of my phone had me digging it out of my pocket.

“Who’s calling?” Landon asked, already halfway across the floor.

“No one, it’s the tone for my reminders,” I said while reading the details on the screen. “Good thing too as I’d totally forgotten I have an appointment tonight.”

“Where?”

I looked up at his sharp tone. “At one of the clinics where I volunteer.” When his mouth opened, I shook my head. “And no, I’m not canceling. I doubt the stalker is going to be there, and if he does show up, maybe some counseling will help.”

“Not funny, Fee.”

He was right. “I’m sorry, but honestly, it’s ridiculous for you to have to haul me around, Landon. I do have a car, you know.”

“I’ll drive you.”

I shook my head. “You work all day and gave me an office so I can talk to clients via Zoom until this is all over. And I appreciate it, I do, but you can’t tell me that instead of getting a real break and resting, you’d rather sit in a flimsy plastic chair in the lobby of a clinic.”

“If the chair is too flimsy, I can stand.”

“Good grief, that’s the most ridicu?—”

“Save your breath, Fiona,” Zeke said as he and Matt came into the room.

“But Landon hasn’t had a break since I walked into this building the first day.”

“And you can talk until you’re blue in the face and not change his mind,” Matt offered over his shoulder as he opened the refrigerator.

“It’s not you, it’s just Westerly’s way,” Zeke said as he slapped Landon on the shoulder on his way back out the door.

“’Westerly’s way’? Is that like a real thing?” I asked.

“Seems so.”

How did one argue with a brick wall? One didn’t, that’s how. Landon did agree that I could grab anything I might need out of my car and also assigned me a spot inside Citadel’s garage to park it.

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