Page 73 of Daddy Issues

“That an invitation?” I pushed up, keeping my weight off her, and pulled my still twitching cock free.

“Listen, I don’t want you to think I need you to crawl into bed with me and make me breakfast in the morning. I’m a big girl. We can just have a good time.”

I watched her scramble from the tattoo chair, talking and moving so fast I thought she might trip.

“Mhmm.” I cleaned myself off with a towel from the box, tossed it into the trash, and let her talk. I’d learned a long time ago that I had to wait until she took a breath to get her attention.

“No strings, nothing like that. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, but I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“That what this is?” I leaned down with a fist on either side of her, effectively pinning her back against the tattoo chair we’d just fucked on.

There was a thin sheen of sweat across her chest and her pulse pounded at the hollow of her throat. I nuzzled that spot.

“I don’t understand the question.” She screwed her eyebrows together and blew a tuft of purple tipped hair from her face.

“Is fucking me an obligation?”

I knew the answer, but it was fun to watch her squirm.

“No. Absolutely not. I would never—”

She socked me in the ribs as soon as she realized I was laughing.

“You’re an asshole.”

“I am.” I straightened. “And I have a client who just walked in. Take your shit and your distracting sexy ass upstairs. I’ll come up when I’m done, and we can revisit the way you wiggled your ass each time I spanked it.”

“I think I said everything I need to.” She stuck her tongue out, hopped off the tattoo chair, and grabbed her envelope.

I didn’t reach out to kiss her. If I did, I’d never get any fucking work done.

“I didn’t.”

When she looked back at me, her face was tinged pink and her eyes wide with surprise and shock. “Adam…”

This time I swatted her on the ass. “Two hours, Kenna.”

She practically ran from the room.

Fuck, I was a goner.

***

“Bro, it smells like sex in here.” Jester made an intrigued face as he collapsed into my desk chair.

He wasn’t wrong. It did smell like sex. Not as strong as it had, but the stringent antiseptic scent had worn off from where I’d cleaned the chair.

“Who are you fucking at work?” It was amusing to watch the gears turn in his head and a twisted sort of grin explode on his face. “That the real reason you’ve got her upstairs? This where you tell me to stay away?”

Jester had been a one and done sort of guy as long as I’d known him. Except for his kinkier girls, the subs he had on speed dial. But Kenna wasn’t one of them. That he’d make another play for Kenna hadn’t really been a concern. Not from his end. Until she’d teased me tonight, I hadn’t realized how jealous it would make me if she did.

“Something like that.”

He smiled like the Cheshire Cat, somehow threatening and charming all at once. “Good thing I can read the room, brother. Or I’d have been humping her leg already.”

I cut him a sideways glance and racked some of my drawings, all of her, and slid them into a folder.

But not before he saw one.

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