Page 168 of How to Win the Girl

One hundred percent.

“But it’s only in the gutter for you, babe.” I pull her so she steps between my legs. “I only have eyes for your tits.”

Daisy laughs, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair. I’d brushed it tonight—actually took the time to style it—trimming around my ears so it wasn’t a mess.

Seems she likes it this way, though, the way she’s looking down at me, all doe-eyed and shit.

“Why, Daisy Bennett, are you trying to seduce me?” ’Cause I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on here, and I approve.

I fucking approve.

“I don’t know. Am I?”

“You know better than to answer a question with a question.”

She laughs. “I don’t know. Do I?”

My hands roam up her bare thighs, then up her rib cage, my lips planting a kiss on her collarbone. I’m eye level to her neck and cleavage, her perky tits flirting with me.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you were teasing me.”

The door is still open, but I’m close enough that I can kick it closed with the toe of my shoe.

It slams.

“I wouldn’t tease you because I wouldn’t like it if you teased me.”

I trail a finger over her skin, gently dragging it up the valley between her boobs.

“You wouldn’t?”

Her head slowly shakes back and forth.

No.

“Babe, sometimes it’s nice being teased.”

She’s still playing with my hair. “Says who?”

Says me.

I want my hands to wander all over her body but keep them firmly above board, not wanting to make a wrong turn and piss her off; she’s driving this bus, and I have no wish for it to stop. One wrong move and she’ll have me on another sex ban for another five dates and by then my dick would be in jeopardy of shriveling up and falling off.

If you don’t use it, you lose it.

Daisy presses her body into mine; presses her hands against my chest and pushes. “Lie down,” she tells me in a bossy tone. I decide then and there that I love that more than the sassy tone.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I like it when you call me ma’am,” she whispers. “Makes me feel kind of naughty.” She pauses. “Is that weird?”

“No, ma’am.” I smack her ass for good measure, punctuating the mood. The contact of my palm and her butt echoes in the room.

“Next, you’ll be callin’ me Daddy.” I groan with a laugh. “Ma’am and Daddy.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. That is the literal worst combination.”

“I’m sure I could think of way worse ones.” I continue stroking her backside, my palms skimming up and down her bare ass, finger hooking inside the ass of her thong, tugging it away from her flesh in an attempt to tease her some more and make her wet.

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