Page 43 of Power Play Daddies
Her eyes widen slightly, but she doesn’t move away. “Like what?”
I hesitate for half a second before diving in. “The person I turned Avery down for? It was you.”
She blinks. “What?”
I shrug, trying to act casual, but my pulse is racing. “Yeah. Feels stupid now ’cause you’re clearly with Kieran, but…” I trail off, watching her.
She bites her lip. “Kieran and I… we’re not really a thing.”
“Could’ve fooled me,” I say, my voice rougher than intended.
She shifts, looking down at her glass. “We had sex. He didn’t… claim me or anything.”
The word “claim” hits me like a punch to the gut. My grip on the counter tightens. “What does that even mean? ‘Didn’t claim you’?”
She sighs, taking a sip. “It means we’re figuring it out. We didn’t talk much about… what we are.”
I nod slowly, processing. “So, you’re in limbo.”
“Something like that.”
My gaze drops to her mouth, then back to her hazel eyes. “Wanna make this less awkward? Tell me something embarrassing about you.”
She laughs, a nervous little sound. “Like what?”
“Anything.”
She thinks for a moment, then smirks. “Okay, uh… I once called my high school teacher ‘mom’ in front of the entire class.”
I laugh. “That’s rough.”
“Your turn,” she says, eyes brightening a little.
I lean in slightly, lowering my voice. “I’m sitting here trying not to think about what your pussy looks like.”
Her breath hitches, and her grip on the glass tightens.
“And now,” I continue, my voice dropping, “now that I’ve seen that hickey on your thigh from Kieran, I’m wondering what it’d be like marking your other thigh.”
Her cheeks flame red, and she presses her lips together, but she doesn’t look away.
“I’m not sure…” she whispers, her voice shaky. “It’s… complicated.”
I step closer, dragging her stool toward me so her knees brush mine. “Complicated is fine. Just tell me if you want this.”
She bites her lip again, her hazel eyes locking on mine. “I don’t know. Maybe. It’s… been a weird day.”
I nod, leaning down until our faces are inches apart. “You smell like the sun and the ocean,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You’re beautiful.”
Her breath catches, and she leans back slightly. “Are you sure about this?”
Instead of answering, I tilt her chin up and press my lips to hers.
She tastes like citrus and something sweet, like honey. Her lips are soft, tentative at first, but then she kisses me back, her hands gripping the edge of the counter.
I pull away just enough to look at her. “You’re driving me insane, you know that?”
Her lips are swollen, her chest rising and falling quickly. “Mason…”
