Page 9 of Bad Daddy

“The dean and I are old friends. Worked the docks together. I called in a favor and asked the review committee to take a look at your application and essay today. They were moved, and they want you, Cece.”

Anxiously, I open the envelope and read the acceptance letter slowly. Then, read it again. Then, one more time to fully comprehend its meaning.

“They want me? You didn’t just ask that they accept me?” I would hate it if he forced them to let me in.

“You did it all on your own. I simply gave them your name.” I stare at him, expecting deception in his eyes; instead, I find nothing but honesty and pride.

Dropping the letter, I run and jump into his arms. Kissing him, I wrap my tongue around his as he carries me upstairs. “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me,” I say breathlessly, amazed and humbled by his actions.

“Just need you to say yes, and I can pay the tuition.” My chest squeezes in gratitude, and I nod vigorously.

“Yes, yes, please. I would love to go and stay here with you.” I kiss him again, this time deeper, pouring all my emotion into it. “You want me to stay, right?”

“Of course I do. It’s why I’m doing all of this.” He pinches my ass, making me jump.

“I don’t know how I’ll ever repay you,” I whisper, forever in his debt.

“You’ll graduate and do what you love. And when it’s time, you’ll give me babies.” He winks when I smile.

“Babies?” It’s so foreign to think about the future. To imagine a life where I get to be a wife and mom. “You really want babies after all this time?”

“You mean because Della is in her twenties?” I nod slightly. “I’m not even forty yet. I’m not that old.” Pinching my ass, I squeal as we fall onto the bed together. “Are you calling me old, sweet girl?”

Shaking my head, I hold onto my laughter. I’ve never seen Carter so relaxed, so casual. “No. It’s just you already did the babies and diapers. Terrible twos and the teenage years. I didn’t think you’d want to do it again, is all.”

He hikes my leg up on his hip, holding me in place while trapping me in his stare. “What I had with Della was special because it was just the two of us. That doesn’t mean I don’t want that with you, as well. If it’s babies you want, it’s babies you’ll get. But don’t think for a second that I don’t want whatever you do.”

Reaching up, I trace a finger along his eyebrows, searching the seriousness of his gaze before responding. “You’re so intense all the time, weighing your words. But with me, you’re always so caring. Always have been. Why?”

He’s silent as he leans down to touch our lips together, tugging on the flesh with his teeth. Moving along my jaw to my ear and nibbling when I become tender. “Because with you, I know I don’t have to be fearsome. I want to be the man you deserve. The one who cares about your thoughts and feelings. I need for you to know that even when I’m an asshole, I’m yours, too, and I’ll never treat you with anything less than respect.”

“Make me yours, Daddy.”

I’m not sure I loved him before, but I know that I do now, and I don’t want a life with any other man but Carter.

“Fuck.” His grunt is a low, growled sound, vibrating through his body and into mine.

“Daddy,” I gasp as his mouth latches onto my nipple again.

“Tell me…my darling girl, tell Daddy what you need.” He suckles deeply, tugging at my breast as a line shoots straight to my womb, pulling on my desire.

I sift my fingers through his hair, tugging until he releases me and our eyes can meet. “It’s you, Daddy. All I want is you.”

His face seems to soften as his hands roam my body. “I’m yours, baby.”

CHAPTER 7

Carter

Christ, this woman has me tied in knots for her. She could ask me to fly like Peter Pan, and I’d fucking make it happen just to see her smile. Right now, however, I’d like to see her enraptured by pleasure.

Standing, I drop my pants and remove my shirt. Her eyes eat me up before widening in alarm when she gets a look at what I’m packing between my legs. It’s big and angry and ready to plunder the woman until she’s too weak to move.

I grip her knees and slowly draw her legs apart, torturing myself until the very last minute. Dragging her to the edge of the bed, I drop to my knees, ready to worship her until the day I die.

Cece’s eyes glow with her need for me to be inside her. Hell, my own body is eager for the act, but I’m dying for another taste. I need her on my tongue while I fill her body.

As my head lowers, her sugary sweetness explodes on my tongue, and her breathing accelerates while she clutches the sheets beside her. I growl when she moans at my nipping of her flesh, and with a vise-like grip on her hips, I hold Cece still to devour her sweet nectar. Licking and nipping at her swollen, soaked flesh, I eat her until she begs me to stop after an intense climax storms through her petite body. One orgasm rolls into two, and a third makes her explode as I release one hip to play with her tight rosebud.

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