Page 71 of Daddy Issues

Abruptly, he broke the kiss, pulled away, and smacked me on the ass. “Get out of here before I forget I have an appointment in an hour.”

“I don’t even need an hour.” I danced two fingers down his chest and lower between us.

His eyes flashed as he chuckled and dropped his forehead to mine. “It’s impossible to get work done with you around.”

“I mean…” I stepped away from him with an over-exaggerated sigh. “I guess I can go distract Jester instead.”

This time, his eyes narrowed and his chest swelled tight. But I was grinning at the door. “Bye.”

“Kenna!”

The stool rolled across the floor for a second before I heard his heavy footfalls. I didn’t go to the door, instead waved at Chelsea and went for the jewelry case on the counter. Puck stopped just outside his office, arms crossed over his chest, as he watched me with a half-annoyed, half-entertained expression.

A glance over my shoulder rewarded me with a teasing tilt to Puck’s mouth.

I grabbed what I wanted, shut the case, and went to him. “This where you tell me I’m distracting your customers?”

“No, this is where I tell you that when you stretch across that counter, half your ass falls out and makes Javi blush.” He took two steps back, turned, but caught my hand as he did and pulled me with him into the office and shut the door.

“Oh, really?” I hadn’t thought about that, but it worked with my plan. I wiggled out of my black bikini panties and held them up with one finger. “Might have a better view without these.”

He grunted, sitting on the stool and tugging me onto his lap. For years I’d wondered what this would feel like, to have him manhandle me like this.

It felt amazing.

“I thought you didn’t have time for distractions,” I teased, straddling him. He was so big, my feet didn’t even touch the floor. The positioning made my short skirt ride up, and my pussy rubbed against his denim covered groin, which was noticeably firmer than it had been.

He moved beneath me, so that the full girth of his erection strained against his jeans and ground against my folds. With long fingers, he traced up my arm and took the pink hoop from my hand.

“Got enough time to change this for me?”

“Kenna,” he growled low.

“I can pay.” I flicked my panties toward the envelope.

“Oh, you’re definitely going to pay.” He pulled a black glove on until it popped and stood, taking me with him.

Desire skittered up my spine as he carried me to the tattoo chair and deposited me on it. He dropped the new jewelry into the tray and pulled on another glove, lifted my legs so my bootshooked on the edge of the seat, and placed a black, rubber gloved hand to each of my knees.

Puck hovered over me like some sort of intense, tattoo wielding Viking, then pushed both my knees slowly apart, not stopping until my entire cunt was open before him.

“All you want is for me to change it?” He took the new hoop, wiped a sanitizing cloth over it and reached between my thighs. I closed my eyes and took a breath as he tugged the old jewelry out of my hood and slipped the new one in.

The new one brushed across my clit, shooting electric tendrils of pleasure all over me.

I trembled as I looked up at him. He knew damn well I wanted more than that.

With a chuckle, he used his foot to drag the stool to him and sit on it. Then he teased me with one gloved finger, sliding it inside my pussy, fingering me slow.

Then he pulled it out, the glove shining with how much I wanted him. “Tell me what you want.” His growl was low and sexy. His breath rushed across my thighs as he leaned forward, his braided beard tickling over my slit.

“I want your mouth on my pussy.” I didn’t stutter, didn’t stumble over the words.

He lifted his brow, mischief and desire playing in his eyes. Everything about him appealed to me. My body tightened and my heart raced to a rhythm ofplease oh please oh please.Then he ducked his head and sucked my clit into his mouth.

Gripping my thighs with those gloves, he swirled his tongue around the new ring, using it to rake across all the nerve endings all at once.

I couldn’t be still. I clutched at the edges of the chair and bucked against his face. Pleasure built, rushing up from my core where his mouth did sexy, dirty things to me. He alternated theflick of his tongue to French kissing my cunt like it was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

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