Page 59 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)
I obey, my hand trembling as I slip two of my fingers under my panties, working them slowly into me.
His gaze tracks my moves. My breath stutters at his intensity. He watches without blinking as I thrust fingers into my core.
God, this is so close to the fantasy I wrote about, having him near enough to touch me, but he makes me wait. It works for me so much more than having him give me directions from the other room.
I bite my lip, rubbing the spot inside that turns me molten. My breath comes heavy as I climb toward my orgasm. I’m close.
“Stop.”
I whine a little. “Please?—”
“I said stop.”
I pause, letting the pleasure buzz and slowly ebb as I pull my wet fingers free.
His voice is so soft it’s almost cruel. “You’ll finish when I say you can.”
Then he turns away, leaving me to pull myself together with shaking hands.
22
GRANT
Harper storms into my office in a tizzy. Oliver sent me snapshots of the documents she took from a top investor’s office. The heavy reaction and information around her father and his research troubles me, but when I see her…when I smell her arousal and see her agitation, I’m distracted.
“What have you been doing?”
Her steps falter, and she wobbles to a stop in the middle of my office, planting her hands on her hips. “What do you think I’ve been doing? Looking for who actually killed my dad.”
The stormy anger in her eyes paired with her blatant confession has emotions warring in my chest.
“We told you to leave it alone.”
She scoffs. “Like I’m going to leave it alone. He’s my dad.”
I stand, approaching her slowly. She doesn’t back down when I crowd her space. “We have it handled.”
Red infuses her cheeks, radiating heat. I want to grab her, make her hot for a million other reasons.
“It’s been more than a year.” She lands a well-placed blow.
It has been. And it still hurts. I hate that she lost her dad on my watch. That he acted without confiding in me. It’s why I can’t let her dig into this.
Her phone pings, and she turns away from me to check it. Then, it falls from her hand to the carpet.
The change stabs me with fear. I’m there to pick it up immediately and see the threatening message:He died protecting you, but now…you’re ours.
Those words send me into a rage. Heart pumping hard, hands balling into fists with the wave of violence that hits me.
After two even breaths, I grab a hold of Harper and force her to look me in the eye. “This is why we didn’t want you digging.”
“What do they mean, he died protecting me? From what?”
I drag her over to my couch and set her down, crouching in front of her.
“Protecting me from what?” Stern. Stubborn. Sexy.
“Something far bigger than one person can take down on their own.” My voice is a grumble because fuck all, I’m not just protecting her because her father was my best friend. The thought of someone laying a hand on her.
