Page 63 of Don't Call Me Daddy
He hoists a backpack on his back, and I can’t help but laugh at how adorable he looks in all his hiking gear. It’s the first time I’m seeing him, and the man’s decked out to the nines in hiking boots, vest, and cargo pants.
I scan my eyes over him. “Wow … you really look the part. Did you buy the entire Patagonia catalog just for this occasion?”
“Make fun all you want, but don’t come crying to me when you’ve got a blister from wearing the wrong shoes or you find a tick on you.” He shrugs his shoulders as he starts walking. “Besides, you’re one to talk …” He shoots me a glare over his shoulder.
“What? What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”
He gestures to all of me. “You’re dressed like a professional wrestler.”
“What are you talking about? This bodysuit is both functional and adorable.”
“You look like André the Giant.”
“Who’s André the Giant?”
His feet abruptly come to a stop, and I nearly run into the back of his giant backpack.
“Seriously? The Eighth Wonder of the World? Seven foot four, five hundred pounds?”
I shake my head.
“He’s only one of the greatest wrestlers of all time. Had a huge career in the ’80s. He wore this black spandex unitard that only had one strap.”
He pops the single strap of my bodysuit playfully, and I swat him away.
“God, sometimes, I forget how much younger you are than me. Wrestling was all the rage when I was growing up …” His voice trails off.
I prop my hands on my hips. “So, I remind you of a giant. That’s just great. You certainly know how to boost a girl’s ego, Leo Kingsley. That dry spell’s starting to make a little more sense now,” I tease, and just as I take another step, he hooks a finger under the strap of my bodysuit and tugs me back toward him.
“Trust me, it’s taking all the restraint in my body to tear my gaze from that perky little ass of yours. I’ve nearly tripped over my goddamn feet ten times since we started this hike.”
His finger caresses the skin beneath my strap stopping just as he reaches the swell of my breasts. Heat builds in my core and my nipples harden.
“But you already know that, don’t you? That’s why of all the outfits you could’ve chosen, you picked this thin piece of spandex that clings to your every curve because you knew it’d torture me and I wouldn’t be able to resist staring.”
“Maybe you should stop fighting it so much and just let yourself have what you want.” I tilt my chin up in defiance as my eyes search his.
He looks like he’s in pain, like he’s struggling to keep the darkness inside of him, the darkness that so badly wants to come out and play.
“Because”—he blows out a sigh—“that’s not the type of arrangement we have, now is it?” His hand moves down my back, sending waves of goose bumps and electric jolts in every direction before his palm cups my ass.
“And what exactlyisthe arrangement we have?” I say, keeping my eyes trained on his, daring him to keep going.
He pulls his hand away. “One where I’d be smart to remember that no matter how badly I want to do horrible, dirty things to you, this can never happen.” He turns and begins walking, leaving me with my mouth hanging open.
“What the fuck? You can’t just tell me you want to dohorrible, dirty things to meand then take off like nothing happened,” I pant as I jog to catch up with him.
“Look, Ivy, I see the games we’re playing, and all of this has to stop. We can’t do this. It’s not right … no matter how tempting you are to me.” He gives me a glare over his shoulder. “I’m too old for you.”
I run to catch up to him. “Age is just a number?—”
“I’m not having this conversation with you. I acknowledged your plea for attention. Now, drop it.”
I move in front of him so that I’m walking backward and he has no choice but to look at me. “What if I don’t? Then, what will you do? Are you going to spank me?”
His jaw clenches, and his nostrils flare as he tightens his grip on the straps of his backpack, like it’s the only thing keeping his hands under control. “Maybe,” he confesses through clenched teeth.
I don’t know if the threat is supposed to scare me because it seems to do the opposite as a flare of excitement ignites in my core.
