Page 113 of Mountain Daddy

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We walk up, side by side, our fingers still entwined.

To the right, at the top of the stairs, is a loft area, Ashley’s room and her bathroom.

But to the left…

I flex my fingers around Kendra’s as I turn her to the left.

We pass through a set of double doors into the owner’s suite. Into my room.

I left my bedside lamps on—I always do—and it’s the perfect mood lighting for what I have planned.

The lofted ceilings are crisscrossed with large wood beams.

The stone fireplace climbs the wall across from the bed.

The wood floors are covered in fur rugs.Faux fur, because I’m not a monster.

Across from the doors we just walked through are windows. Lots of windows. And a glass door leading out to my private balcony.

There’s a hot tub downstairs on the main deck. But I’m thinking I need to put another one up here.

No swimsuits allowed.

I watch Kendra turn her head toward the bed.

It’s an Alaskan King.

Too big for one man.

But perfect for fucking a feisty brat.

Only we aren’t starting in the bed.

Letting go of Kendra’s hand, I drop her backpack at the foot of the bed, then cross the room to my leather armchair.

I’m still standing, but when she takes a step forward, I hold up my hand. “Stay.”

She stops.

I reach down and undo the button on my jeans.

She watches.

And my cock swells at her attention.

I pull my zipper down.

She wets her lips.

“On your knees.” My command comes out as a growl.

Kendra lifts her gaze from my jeans.

I think she might protest. Might say something.

But with her eyes on mine, she lowers.

I could come from that sight alone.

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