Page 9 of Daddy Issues

I release a sigh at her words, relaxing slightly. She gets it and is letting me turn her down as delicately as possible. We can come back from this and move forward. Nothing has been damaged beyond repair.

Her hand inches across the table and gently caresses the top of mine, the soft skin of her fingers easily gliding over the back of my large hand, tracing the veins there.

“So, let me continue to take care of you.In every way.”

Jesus Christ.

My cock grows impossibly thick, borderline painful, as I stare down at where our hands are connected, her fingers rubbing aimlessly over the top of mine. It shouldn’t be erotic, but it’s sending all the right signals through my body.

Hailey pulls away too soon, or not soon enough, my mind occupied with how to handle this situation, my head and my cock in a battle for total control, when Hailey is sliding into the booth with me, our backs to the bar and shielded from anyone who could walk in. She smells like the sweetest fruit, and my mouth salivates.

Walk away, Graham. Walk away. Right. Fucking. Now.

I turn to face Hailey, her pretty blonde hair dancing above her shoulders, pouty pink lips pursed—waiting. As if my hand has a mind of its own, I run the back of my fingertips over the dainty features of her face, her head tilting into my touch, eyes fluttering closed in such a sensual way that my heart trips over itself. Jesus fuck, she’s so delicate, so soft, her mouth so close to mine.

She’s off-limits, Graham.

I curl my hand into her hair, my fingers rubbing softly at her scalp, my breathing picking up, the excitement and thrill of touching this woman overriding my brain. Fuck, she’s so damn beautiful. And she wantsme. Lord knows she’s all I’ve fantasized about lately.

My heart beats so hard in my chest that I can feel it between my ears, my restraint fracturing as I struggle to hold on. Hailey’s shaky hand moves to my thigh, her long nails scratching over the fabric that’s pulled tight across the thick muscle. Her eyes bounce between mine, those whiskey irises giving away more than she wants—confidence that has splintered slightly, but so tenacious, so firm in what she wants right now. Goddamnit to hell, I want this woman.

“Don’t stop, Graham,” she practically purrs the words.

A growl rises up in my chest.

“Fuck, when you say my name like that, honey, it messes with my head.”

“Then don’t stop, don’t run off, take me. Make me yours tonight.”

All my restraint snaps. Fuck the consequences. Tilting her head back, I meet those pretty whiskey eyes for a moment before I glance down at the plush pillows of her lips, just as her tongue peeks out and swipes across them.

I don’t wait another moment, dropping my head down, letting my lips hover a fraction of an inch from hers, and meeting her eyes again. Instead of waiting for me to erase the space between us, Hailey sticks her tongue back out, licking across the seam of my lips in an erotic display of how badly she wants this and how willing she is to go for it.

She pulls back slightly, my tongue following the trail she left behind, tasting the rich whiskey she’s been sipping on.

My favorite flavor.

“My room or yours, Graham?”

CHAPTER4

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Haileyand I are a mess of hands and mouths as we ride the elevator to the top floor to the room I’ve booked for the night. My palms explore her tight body like they have the right to, like I’m worthy enough to touch such a perfect woman.

She fits perfectly against me—the soft curves of her feminine figure, the swell of her ass beneath my hand, her perky breast filling my palm as I paw at her. Lust blinds me from seeing any reason, and I can’t stop this now that it’s begun.

She sighs as my lips graze over her collarbone, my tongue trailing across her smooth flesh. Hands grip my shirt, wrinkling it in her fist as she holds me impossibly close. The elevator chimes and we break apart long enough to walk up the hallway, shaky hands fumbling with my room key. I need to get her inside before I pull up her dress in the middle of the hotel hallway and fuck her senseless.

After three failed attempts and a frustrated groan, Hailey takes the card from my hands, easily swiping it across the reader, the door unlocking with a click. My hands snake around her waist, hauling her body into mine as my mouth finds hers. I push us into my room, the door shutting with an audible click that’s good enough for me.

“You feel so good in my arms, Hails. So damn good.”

“Then don’t let me go.”

I don’t plan on it.

Once we’re in the main room, the large king-size bed stretches before us, and before I have a moment to second guess what the fuck I’m doing, Hailey drops to her knees in front of me and the air evaporates around us.

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