Page 27 of Daddy Down Under

My heart went out to him. My mom battled breast cancer when she was sixty-one, and it had been awful to see her struggle. She was one of the lucky ones who made it through, but the terror was real. “I hope so too.”

On the plus side, that had taken care of my erection, so at least I could stand without embarrassing myself.

When we were outside again, our driver waiting for us, I turned to Ocean. “That was unexpected. And impressive,” I admitted, my voice low and husky.

Ocean’s lips curled into a smile. “Thank you. So were you.”

“Yeah?”

He straightened my tie that didn’t need straightening. “You were hot in there. I wanted to bend you over that gleaming table and fuck the living daylights out of you, then leave you there with your pants around your ankles and my cum dripping out of your ass.”

I inhaled sharply, then coughed as I all but choked on my own breath. “Jesus, Ocean, you can’t say things like that in public.”

He bent in and brought his mouth close to my ear. “I’m pretty sure I just did. Now let’s go back to the hotel so I can find a suitable surface to bend you over and fuck you.”

CHAPTER TEN

In which I discover I have a hard time saying no to Ocean…even when he asks to shave certain parts of me. I must be crazy.

My erection returnedin full force at those words. Jesus fuck, this man had no qualms about embarrassing me in public, did he? I slid into the car, grateful for the privacy screen between us and the driver.

But of course, Ocean wasn’t done yet. He rested his hand on my thigh, dangerously close to the iron pipe in my pants, his fingers tracing lazy circles. I had to fight to stay still, to ignore. My face was turned away, as if I was watching our surroundings, but I couldn’t see a thing. Not with his hand so close to my cock.

“Enjoying the ride, Cash?” Ocean’s voice was low and playful.

I cleared my throat. “It’s, uh, very smooth.”

Ocean chuckled, his fingers inching higher. “I wasn’t talking about the car.”

Heat flooded my cheeks as his hand brushed against my growing arousal. I shifted in my seat, torn between pulling away and pressing closer.

“Ocean, we’re not exactly alone here,” I murmured, glancing toward the privacy partition. Thank god for the dark-tinted windows, or everyone on the street would be able to see me.

“Don’t worry, the driver can’t hear a thing.” Ocean’s fingers danced along my length, igniting sparks of pleasure. “Besides, I love seeing you all flustered like this.”

My breath hitched as he gave me a firm squeeze through my trousers. Desire pooled in my gut, warring with my sense of propriety. I was a billionaire CEO, for god’s sake. I shouldn’t be getting felt up in the back of a car like a horny teenager. And yet…

“F-fuck,” I gasped as Ocean’s nimble fingers opened my fly.

“That’s it,” Ocean purred. His ocean-blue eyes gleamed with mischief and arousal. “No need to be embarrassed. You look so beautiful when you’re turned on.”

I whimpered as his warm hand wrapped around my cock. My hips bucked involuntarily, chasing his touch. Part of me wanted to regain control, to be the powerful, commanding man I presented to the world. But a larger part reveled in Ocean’s dominance, in the exquisite vulnerability of submitting to his desires.

“Ocean, please,” I breathed, not sure if I was begging him to stop or continue.

He leaned in close, his lips brushing my ear. “Don’t fight it, Cash. Let yourself feel good.”

A shudder ran through me at his words. I surrendered to the pleasure, to the delicious wrongness of getting a hand job in the backseat while the oblivious driver navigated Melbourne’s streets. Ocean’s grip was perfect, alternating firm strokes with teasing caresses that left me trembling and leaking.

“That’s it,” Ocean murmured encouragingly. “You’re doing so well for me.”

I bit back a moan, my cheeks burning with equal parts shame and arousal. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t crave his praise and dominance. But god help me, I did.

Ocean didn’t go easy on me, of course. Every time I came close to coming, he backed off, pulling me right back from that brink. I wanted to protest, but one look at the gleam in his eye made me reconsider. And so I enjoyed and suffered in equal measure.

As we neared the hotel, panic mixed with my pleasure. “Ocean, I can’t… We’re almost there.”

He tucked my cock—still unrelentingly hard—back into my underwear and zipped up my pants. That was all great, but that didn’t exactly solve my problem. How the hell was I gonna get out without showing everyone what we’d been up to?

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