Page 15 of Gideon

Gideon toed off his shoes and then took off his jacket. My eyes widened when his shirt followed it, then my lungs seemedto stop working when his pants and socks were next. He kept his sexy briefs on though and I was divided over whether that was another bad thing or the exact opposite. Then he pulled the covers back and, giving me no choice, sat with his back to the headboard and lifted me, depositing me on his lap. I was held very securely, and once I’d gotten over the shock, I realized that not only did I like this position, but that Gideon reallyreallymust like it as well because his firm erection was obvious under my bottom.

“Baby girl. I’m pretty sure I know who you heard that nonsense from since Rachel told me who was in the locker room when she came in. What you have to realize is that unfortunately some people are just plain mean, and while I don’t advertise it, my money can attract the wrong sort of person.”

It wasn’t just his money, I thought, and moved a little experimentally until his grip tightened. Then I thought over what he’d said. Then I thought again, and I froze. He didn’t—

“No, before you say it. I know that isn’t why you’re here.”

Then he leaned down, tipped my face a little with his finger, and kissed me. And this wasn’t a brush of his lips, or a comforting touch to my head, this was a full-on Dom oftwenty years’ experiencekiss, and I had a brief thought that I wasn’t surprised that skank one or skank two wanted him, but that he was mine. Even if that was just for right now.

I sank into his kiss. I imagined Gideon kissed like he did everything else. His way. He was in charge. Totally and completely. His tongue swept into my mouth and dominated mine. I tried to stifle a moan, and he broke off. “I love your noises, baby girl. Give me all of them. Let me hear your pleasure.”

Then his mouth moved onto my neck, and I shivered, arching back as much as I could to give him all the access he needed. One arm stayed around my back like a tether, but the other fell on my waist, and after a second, he slid his hand under my top and I gasped at the feel of his hand on my bare skin. His fingers were calloused, firm, and the scrape of them set off delicious shivers up and down my side. Up he moved, and slid two fingers under my breast, his thumb brushing the sensitive skin to the side of my breast, sending more shivers right to the other places that I wanted him to touch. His thumb brushed over my nipple, but it wasn’t quite as good. It wasn’t exactlybadbut it just wasn’t as good. The one and only time a guy had sucked my nipples it had just felt uncomfortable.

He paused and I opened my eyes, not realizing they had closed, and flushed under his intense gaze.

Deliberately, he brushed a finger on the side of my breast, and I gasped. His eyes still laser focused, he repeated the movement on my nipple, and I knew he’d seen I didn’t react as much. Guilt pulled at me and my insides that had been heating up cooled slightly. Ashamed, I looked down. He would stop.

I opened my mouth to apologize, something, but he just bent and swallowed the word before I got the chance to utter a sound, and then his hand moved lower. He teased my mouth, sucked on my lip, and then his fingers slid over my mound, and I made some sort of sound in the back of my throat that made him break off and hum in approval.

Hearing that was like the sun coming out and my left arm lifted of its own accord and wound around his neck. Another low hum, and his fingers moved, sliding over my clit and barely parting my folds. His lips moved to theskin on my neck just under my ear and I moaned. “Ohh,” that was…he chuckled softly then trapped my earlobe in his teeth and bit. I jerked but he was licking the hurt better before I’d barely registered the pain and the one-two action seemed to shoot need straight to my clit, and I wriggled helplessly over his hard length, wanting more. He broke off again and slid down, taking me with him and moving me to his side. I’d barely registered what I was doing before his fingers were back in my folds, and this time I felt them slide easily through my slickness. He hummed again and I echoed the noise. Why did knowing he thought I’d done something to please him make his touch even hotter?

But then he slid down, somehow managing to take my shirt with him, and cool air hit my sensitive skin, pebbling the flesh. In one smooth move he sat up and seemed to tower over me, moving my legs apart as he knelt in between, one hand on each knee to push them up. “Gideon,” I gasped. No one had ever.

“Daddy,” he ordered and paused, waiting for me. Could I call him that out loud? I wanted to, desperately wanted to, but if I named him and he left, threw me away like everyone else had done, it would kill me. If I leaped off this ledge, what if he wasn’t there to catch me? I would fall. I’d given away my trust so many times and promised myself never again.

“Daddy,” I whispered, unable to keep the word contained, even if it was barely audible. He smiled his good-girl smile and then he bent his head. The first scrape of his beard, the first touch of his tongue, and I soared. I might have hit heaven. I certainly went somewhere I’d never been before. But even as pleasure seemed to spiral me higher, Daddy’s firm hands on my hips kept me grounded. Kept me safe.

Then his tongue slid lower, and the tip teased my insides briefly before returning to my clit. He licked and laved, each second, each exquisite touch making my insides both tighten and melt at the same time. Then he raised his hand and, keeping his tongue on my clit, scraped his nail around my other hole.

And that was it. Fireworks burst inside me, a pulsing ache of need seemed to explode in every cell, and for an incredibly long moment my world was full of brilliant light. Then the next thing I knew I was being held and cuddled close.

“What do you call me?”

I sighed in contentment. “Daddy.”

Chapter eight

Abigail

This wasn’t real. Why was I even here? My perfect weekend was coming to a close. Despite the skanks, it had been amazing. But I had to be back at work tomorrow. I couldn’t get caught up in the Gideon rollercoaster, because while I’d called him Daddy, I had to make sure I didn’t allow myself to believe it. It had been easy while floating on endorphins to give in, but two days—even perfect ones—didn’t make a lifetime.

It was Sunday. And I had laundry to do.

And there went my brain. Here I was contemplating a life-altering decision and instead of working through that, I was fixated on the fact that Sunday meant laundry. There was a small laundry in the basement for the complex and I hated it, but Sunday was quiet, and I could hide away frommy landlord. I had to stay with my clothes while I washed them because the first time I’d left them, I’d come back to find them in a messy heap on the dirty floor where someone had thrown them, plus two pairs of my pink leggings had disappeared.

Two days later, I’d seen a teenager wearing them. At least, I thought they were mine, but I couldn’t prove it. And even if I could have proved it, what would I have done?

“That looks like a serious thought.” I glanced over at the bedroom door as Gideon came in with a tray, and I could feel the flush creeping up my neck.

“It’s Sunday.”

Gideon’s smile was amazing. It was full of humor. I never got the impression he was laughing at me, but he definitely found me funny. Was that it? Was I entertainment value?

“I think I’m going to like Sundays with you here, but unfortunately I have a site visit with Maddox, whom you met last night, at a new club.” he said, and put the tray on the nightstand. I looked at the bacon and scrambled eggs and my tummy growled. He took my lips in a kiss, which I tried to avoid because I hadn’t brushed my teeth, but he caught my chin—firmly but gently—and gave me no choice.

“You can get heart disease, you know,” I scolded a little breathlessly as he let go of me.

“From kissing or scrambled eggs?” he asked mildly.

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