Page 35 of Her Bossy Daddy

“Come here.” I motioned for her to stop what she was doing. “Climb on top of me, love.”

She snorted. “I don’t think you want me on top.”

“I know damn well where I want you. Come here. Now.” She hinted at her weight and her reply irritated me. I wanted her glorious tits in my face while she rode me, and her weight didn’t matter at all. She obeyed, but with hesitation. “Focus on what you’re doing. Focus on how good it feels, and nothing else, right?”

“Yes, Sir.” She bounced up and down, slow and then fast.

I took her hands in mine and helped her straighten, which allowed me to go deeper. It increased the sensations for both of us as I knew it would.

“Oh, my God,” she panted. “Can I count this as cardio?”

“Come on, love. Faster.”

“I can only bounce so much,” she giggled, and I loved how deliriously happy she looked while bouncing on my cock.

“Faster. I know you can do it.” I sat up completely and turned her so her body faced outward. I nibbled along her neck, while I reached around and played with her nipples, pinching each one in turn. I squeezed each of her breasts, hard and then rubbed them. She moaned and I repeated the pattern. “Faster, sweetheart.”

“I can’t go any faster,” she countered.

I slid my hands to her hips and physically increased her speed. I brought her up and down my cock, plunging into her tight pussy. I loved the way her muscles clenched around me, and I bit down on her neck.

“Oh, oh, oh.” Her back arched as she peaked. Her mouth opened and closed but no more sounds came out as multiple orgasms rolled over her body. Her satisfaction brought my own. I came inside of her, while her limbs trembled against mine. Fuck. She was so hot.

“Good girl.” I kissed her shoulder and then pulled out of her slowly. “It’s so much better when you listen, right?”

“Yes, Sir,” she agreed as she crawled back to the head of the bed. I slapped my palm against each of her bottom cheeks, and she craned her neck around. “What was that for?”

“Because I can.” I kissed her forehead, and then her lips. “Rest well, love. I’ve got a few things to take care of, and then I’ll come back to bed.”

“Okay,” she pouted. “Hurry back. I love you.”

“I love you more.”

I left the bedroom and went down the hall into my office. It was a small room with a basic desk and laptop, nothing too fancy. I checked to see if my sister Raegan answered my last email.

She was a fierce lawyer when she had to be, and she understood my career and my visa, everything I’d worked for was at stake. I refused to let one nasty false accusation ruin my reputation. If Lacey will stop meddling, things should work themselves out.

I frowned, recalling all the events of today. Lacey twisted my words, and somehow thought I’d meant she’d raised a harassment suit against me. I had nearly drowned myself in a bottle of Jameson, and wasn’t thinking clearly enough to clarify. A rift had edged between the two of us in our relationship the moment she found out I’d been relocated. So far nothing had mended it. Shit. If I can’t fix this, then I might as well throw my hands up and return to Ireland.

I slapped my hands down on my desk, and something peeked out from under my desk calendar. Lacey’s letter. I thought I’d searched my office as well as the bedroom but I’d missed it. I ripped open the envelope and scanned the page. What I saw there sucked the breath right out of me. She hadn’t done what I asked. Again. The page showed hearts, flowers, and our names done up in pretty cursive, but few words.

I’m sorry. I wanted to listen, but I just can’t. Please give me time. You’re the only one in this whole world who loves me. I don’t even love me the way you do.

“Christ, Lacey. This is beyond what I imagined.” I jabbed my fingers through my hair. Somehow I needed to give her space without moving too far away. The balancing act would be trickier than anything else I’d tackled so far in my life, but the outcome would be well worth it.

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