Page 46 of Don't Call Me Daddy
A drop of drool falls from the corner of my mouth and lands on my hand, and I’m quick to wipe it away. Luckily, Jett seems to be preoccupied with his phone, saving me the trouble of having to look him in the eye while his brother finger-fucks me into oblivion. Becausethatwould be uncomfortable …
I’m so close, right fucking there, as stars start to cloud my vision. I suck in a hiss through clenched teeth, trying to hold back my moans as the warm fluttering builds low in my belly. Holy shit. My toes curl, and every muscle in my body braces for the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had. My walls begin to clench around Leo’s fingers, and I squeeze my eyes shut, ready to ride the waves and succumb to my much-anticipated release when, all at once, he slides his fingers out of me.
Cold air rushes in place of his warm skin, and my eyes fly open.
I croak out, reaching for his hand as confusion floods my mind, “Wait … why’d you … I was just about to …”
He gives my leg a friendly pat, like he’s telling me it’s okay, as that cocky, smug smile spreads over his lips. And then he leans in and whispers, “Now, you didn’t really think I was going to let you finish after that behavior, did you, baby girl?” He carefully spreads his napkin over his lap like he didn’t just finger-fuck me to the edge of madness. “Maybe you’ll think twice before you start something you can’t finish.”
My mouth falls open, and his eyes flash to my untouched plate. “Don’t be rude, Ivy. You’ve barely even touched your plate. I know how hungry you were …”
A piece of cherry pie sits in front of me—not sure when we moved on from dinner to dessert—and Leo dips his finger into the whipped cream. I watch as he licks it off, closing his eyes like he’s savoring the flavor.
“Damn, that’s sweet. Almost feels sinful for something to taste so good.”
“Can someone pass me a piece of pie?” Guy’s voice breaks through the sexually charged moment, snapping me back to reality.
I narrow my eyes and grab my fork, stabbing my own piece of pie with unnecessary force, but my threat goes unnoticed when Frank’s voice steals everyone’s attention.
“Speaking of the festival, Roman, how’s the planning coming? We’re only a few short weeks away.”
“Actually, Dad, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that.” He looks around and shrugs. “I didn’t want to impose on Leo and Ivy’s celebration dinner, but I do have some good news myself.”
“It’s no imposition to us, is it, Ivy?” Leo looks to me, feigning innocence.
I force a smile. “Not at all.”
Roman’s smile grows wider, and his shoulders sag in relief. “Good. Well, I’m happy to announce that thanks to Leo securing our partnership with the Thompson Brothers deal, Kingsley Industries will be creating a new sister brand of eco-friendly cleaning products next fall.”
Mary claps her hands excitedly.
“That’s incredible, son. This is wonderful news,” Frank adds.
“So, naturally, I’m going to be pretty busy as we create the new branding. We’re starting from scratch and pulling a whole new team together to work on it. I’ll be flying all over for the next six months at least, and that means …”
“You’re not going to be able to head up the festival,” Mary finishes for him.
Roman offers her an apologetic smile and then looks at Frank. “So, looks like we’re going to need to find a new lead and fast. I’ll admit, I’ve been behind schedule, and I haven’t done much to get started, so whoever you pick’s going to have their work cut out for them.”
I see my opportunity for revenge, and I jump. I was only halfway listening, but I heard all I needed to hear.
Festival planning. Work cut out for them.
Check and check.
“Leo would love to do it,” I blurt, and everyone goes completely quiet.
I look at Leo, who’s back to fuming, and return his pat of encouragement. “Leo was just telling me on the drive over how he’s looking for more ways to get involved and give back to the community. He’s been dying to get his hands dirty, and I’m sure he’s more than capable of getting the job done.”
“Leo, that would be … wow, son … that would be perfect.” Frank’s smile grows impossibly bigger as he looks between his boys, his eyes gleaming with pride.
“Look at that. I told you, don’t count him out of the fight just yet,” Mary says to Frank, but everyone’s gone so quiet that we all hear.
We all look around in awkward silence, and then Frank claps his hands. “Well then, that settles it. I’m going to need you working on the festival full-time, starting tomorrow. I think this will be good, give you a little break.”
Leo grips my shoulder like he’s pinning me in my seat. “Oh, I don’t know, Ivy. I’d hate to busy myself with more work after you just uprooted your life and moved here to be with me. I’m not sure that it’d be fair to you?—”
I pat him on the chest. “I don’t mind one bit. I think it’s important to follow your heart. You know I’ll be here to support you, holding down the fort while you go to the office every day.”
