Page 34 of Her Bossy Daddy

“I’m not playing games, Lacey, and certainly not on this device. I’ve still got work to do tonight and I won’t wake up without an alarm. Are you coming or not?”

“I’m staying out here.”

“Right. Of course.” He got to his feet and left me alone in the living room. He didn’t even kiss me. The day had ended worse than it had begun. I settled deeper into the cushions and turned on the television to cartoons. I needed something light and funny to take away my awful mood.

* * *

Liam

I laid in bed alone, staring at the fucking ceiling as if the answers to all of my problems were scrawled up there. I was furious at myself for speaking to Lacey in such a fashion, but she’d gotten under my skin. She texted me a dozen times with a dozen questions or more. I didn’t tell her that my sister Raegan was a lawyer who’d agreed to come up from Virginia to represent me. I’d gotten all the plans set, but I didn’t want Lacey to worry. Those sexual harassment charges were serious, and they might end my career. Milly had to be the mastermind in all this. She’d flirted with me often, and when I’d brought it up to another manager I was informed Milly had been accused of sexual harassment in the past. Could she have accused me to keep the heat off of her or was it some other reason? Women threw themselves at me when I’d visit the pubs, but I wasn’t used to it in the workplace.

My thoughts returned to Lacey. Relocating to New York threw both of us sideways, but lately, she’d been acting like I hadn’t been the one who had moved halfway across the world. I adapted fairly well but I’d felt homesick more often than I’d let on. Ireland was a different culture. Less rushed in some aspects. And I missed my family more than anything. Lacey didn’t have the same sort of family ties, though it hadn’t been by any fault of her own. Her fucking deadbeat parents didn’t deserve her in their lives at all.

The door opened, and I scrubbed a hand down over my face, anticipating another round. I closed my eyes, gathering the patience I’d run out of hours ago.

“Daddy?” Her sweet voice carried across the room.

“Yes, love?” I opened my eyes and propped myself up on an elbow.

“I don’t want to be out there by myself.” Lacey stood in the doorway swaying back and forth. The light from the hallway shined enough to show she clutched the hem of my tee-shirt. “And my knees hurt like a lot.”

“Come here.”

She obeyed, despite her pain, and she climbed into bed with me. Lacey wrapped her arms around me, crying hard into my chest. “I didn’t mean to make you upset or ask you things.”

“Shh, love. Don’t think about it right now.”

“But I just keep messing up.”

“I’ll sort everything out. Don’t worry.”

“Are you gonna sort me out too?”

A huskier undertone sounded in her question, more than usual, and I didn’t know how to reply. I rubbed her back for a bit, as I figured out her head space. Usually when she called me Daddy, she was firmly rooted in her little space but her voice was thick with arousal. Damn it. I hate not making the correct choice right away. “We’ll discuss it later. No more talking, love.”

“But Daddy—”

“Lacey Charlotte.” I cleared my throat, and she stilled against me. “No more.” Something about my tone, or maybe the use of her middle name, pushed her elsewhere. She nuzzled her cheek along my chest but she dared not speak again. I held her close, trailed my hands over her back and up to her head, hoping she felt how sorry I was about all of this. Her breathing evened out a bit later, and then I fell asleep, with my arms still wrapped tightly around her.

* * *

My phone buzzed, andit woke me. I reached around for it but missed and groped Lacey. She handed me my cell without a word. I killed the alarm then untangled her limbs from mine, and she whimpered in protest. I almost laid down again, but after all of that drinking, I needed to go to the bathroom and there were a few more things I needed to take care of before the morning.

“Liam?” Lacey asked seductively.

“What?” Despite the mess from before, her tone made me pause.

“Let me suck you off.”

“Ask me properly.” I didn’t want to reject her in any way, but I wasn’t really in the mood. My cock hardened and strained against the confines of my pants, clearly on board with the notion of her exquisite mouth wrapped around it. I hid a groan and then laid back down on the bed. Her younger mindset must have gone to sleep for the night.

“Please, Sir? May I suck you off?” she almost purred, and her voice was thick with arousal.

“Yes, love, but hurry.”

“Mmm.” Lacey moved her hands to my lounge pants and then she coaxed my dick in between her lips.

Her mouth felt amazing. She licked and sucked, using her hands and mouth in tandem as she brought me to the brink of an orgasm. I tangled my hand in her hair as her head bobbed up and down. She looked so damn sexy.

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