Page 23 of Daddy Issues

“Thank you. You look beautiful, by the way. Makes me want to say fuck you to the day and spend it here with you instead.”

With a quick kiss to my neck, he turns toward the coffee pot just as Mila trots down the stairs to join us.

The morning goes by quickly as I clean up the house and finish laundry for myself and Mila. Opening up my laptop, I check to make sure everything was received by the schools I applied to for my master’s program, and then bring up my in-progress applications for Aspen Ridge Elementary School, plus the two schools in Briar Falls. Both are hiring, and while Aspen Ridge is my first choice, I would take anything at this point. With summer starting, I really want to be able to plan and get my classroom ready for September. I’ve got plenty of time, but I want to make sure I’m being proactive.

I know a conversation with Graham will need to be had at some point, but he seems so happy with our current situation, I haven’t wanted to remind him that this was only supposed to be until I secured a job. Even if I’m extremely reluctant to move out and live completely on my own. My phone buzzes next to me, and I swipe open the notification quickly when I see Graham’s name.

Graham: Any chance you have time to come see me?

Me: I have time. You want me to come to the distillery?

Graham: Park in the visitor lot, I’ll meet you there

Me: Okay. I’m on my way.

Hauling ass into my bedroom, my thick socks slide across the hardwood floor as I scurry to brush my teeth and run a comb through my hair. I throw on a light layer of mascara, some cherry lip gloss, and a plain navy-colored T-shirt dress with Converse slip-ons. With my heart in my throat, I make the ten-minute drive to Aspen Ridge Distillery, parking my car in the gravel parking lot that’s currently packed with other visitors.

Graham is where he said he was, leaning his gorgeous body against a tall building that sits in front of the lot. His muscular arms flex where they’re crossed over his broad chest, a smile toying at his lips.

Shutting my car door, I walk up to him, his eyes eating me alive and lighting that match in the pit of my belly.

“Hey, you wanted to see me? Is everything okay?” I ask sheepishly, unsure of the etiquette of seeing him at work. I’ve been here a million times, and since I’m his nanny, it’s not like anyone would assume anything is going on between us simply because I’m here to see him. But still, appearances are everything, and I don’t want this to get out.

Graham nods his head as he stands, motioning for me to follow him. We walk for a moment as he leads me to a large warehouse filled with whiskey barrels. The smell of charred sugar and vanilla hits my nose and I inhale it deeply into my lungs. If only I thought whiskey tasted as good as this place smells—I only drank it the night at the hotel to impress him.

Opening up a door, he grabs my wrist and pulls me inside. I let my eyes adjust for a moment, the natural light pouring into the storage room from the above windows, illuminating just enough for us to see our way around. Graham’s natural silver highlights shine in the light, his strong jaw ticking as he looks me over, taking confident steps in my direction. I turn from him, looking around the room, biding time and soaking in the place that he loves so much.

Graham’s hands find their home on my hips, his body flush against the back of mine, his hard cock pressing into my lower back. God, he’s already hard for me. It’s an incredible feeling to be so heavily desired by such a gorgeous, perfect man.

“I couldn’t wait until I got home, honey. I need you now. Especially after the tease of this morning. I haven’t been able to focus on anything but you.”

He spins me then, pressing my back against the cold stone wall and dropping to his knees in front of me.

“Thank fuck you wore a dress, Hailey, I would have ripped a hole in anything else to get to your sweet little pussy.”

“Oh, god.”

His hands run up the length of my legs, goosebumps scattering across my sensitive skin until he reaches my hips and discovers I went without panties for him, his forehead falling against my abdomen as he groans loudly.

“Fuck, Hailey. You’re so perfect for me.”

His words coat me in a loving caress, my heart thumping erratically in my chest, my head trying to stay clear and not let myself go there. Graham lifts my dress, lips moving across the top of my pelvis with open-mouthed kisses as I let my head fall back against the wall. When I told Graham he could have free use of my body to make himself feel good, I had no idea that he would get so much pleasure from giving it to me.

His firm hands lift behind my knee, laying my thigh over his shoulder as he squeezes his broad body between my legs. Using his thumbs to spread me open further, I get the first feeling of his warm, wet tongue slowly licking up my center, an electric current shooting through my entire body like a lightning bolt.

“Oh, god, yes.”

“Say my name when I’m eating your pussy, honey, no one else’s.”

Jesus. This man’s mouth.

“Graham, that feels so good.”

I never want him to stop. I’ve never experienced anything like this before. Granted, I’ve only ever been with fumbling early twenty-somethings that couldn’t find a clit if a gun was to their head.

“You like me on my knees for you, Hailey?” He flicks my clit several times with the tip of his tongue, pleasure coursing through me, my knees nearly buckling from the onslaught. “My mouth on your pussy?Fuck, I love the taste of you.”

“Graham, when you talk like that . . .” My words trail off as my head tips back against the wall, my eyes closing. He’s so damn good at this. Pleasure vibrations hum throughout my body, washing through me in waves. His mouth pulls away, his breath warm on my wet skin as he speaks.

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