Page 28 of His to Cherish
I pull her away from my chest and press a quick kiss to her mouth. At least, I planned for it to be quick. But the second my lips touch hers my blood catches fire all over again.
It will never be enough,I realize.I’ll never get enough of her.
I cover her body with mine. “Be a good girl for me one more time,” I murmur, loving the way her eyes flash at those dirty words. This isn’t the first time I’ve played this game, but it feels better with Lilly than anyone else. I wedge myself between her legs. “I know you’re hungry, baby. I promise I’ll take care of that real soon. But for right now, I need inside this hot little cunt again.”
“Okay, Daddy,” she whispers, and it’s everything I can do not to come before I’m even inside her.
“You’re in so much trouble, babygirl,” I groan, thrusting into her, hard and rough. “I’m going to spank your ass later.”
“Why?” she gasps, arching up under me as I give another hard stroke. “Aren’t I a good girl?”
I’ve already noticed the way she responds to those two words—good girl—and I plan to use them to my benefit as often as needed. “You are, sweetheart. A very good girl.” I lean in and take her earlobe between my teeth, biting down until she squeals. “But you’re tempting Daddy. Making me hard all the time. Distracting me from taking care of you with this sweet little body.” I thrust hard and deep, relishing her gasp. “Making me want you.”
She sighs happily, grinding her hips up into mine, wanting this as badly as I do. “You can have me,” she promises.
And I plan to. For the rest of our lives.
LILLY
Iwake up to the smell of coffee and Oliver’s aftershave. “Morning,” he whispers, leaning over me and pressing a kiss to the side of my face. “I made breakfast.”
“Mmm.” I reach for him. “Or you could come back to bed with me.”
He laughs, kissing me again. “I have to get going.”
I finally wake up enough to realize that he’s fully dressed in a suit and tie. I groan. “How is it Monday already?”
Ollie raises his eyebrow, a smirk taking up residence on his mouth. “I guess time flies when we spend two whole days fucking our brains out.”
I snort out a laugh. That’s a pretty accurate description of our weekend. Eventually Oliver let me out of bed on Saturday long enough for us both to shower—together. The plan was for him to head home to change while I got ready to go out to dinner, but he decided at the last minute he wasn’t willing to leave me even for that long. So he flexed some of his billionaire status and got someone to go to his condo and pick up a suit while he sat on my bed and watched me do my hair and makeup.
Something about that got him worked up all over again and it was another hour before we left the house. By then I wasabsolutely famished so our first real date ended up taking place at Hoops, since it’s close and the portions are reliably huge. He apologized profusely, promising to take me somewhere fancier next time, but I was happy at our normal table with a spread of fried food. There was something about the familiarity, the continuation of our normal routine in the midst of all these amazing changes, that made me feel safe and happy.
Just like Ollie.
On Sunday we didn’t even bother trying to go out to eat. Ollie sent his concierge for food—we’d come back to his place after the bar—whenever my stomach gave the slightest growl. He insisted on feeding me every meal and snack in his bed. Completely naked. My ass hasn’t seen clothes since approximately twenty seconds after we got home from Hoops.
My body feels worn out and used in the best possible way. I’m sore between my legs, and my ass still stings from the numerous spankings I’ve had in the last forty-eight hours. And I swear to God I’ve never been happier.
Except for the fact that our dream weekend has come to an end. The idea of leaving Ollie and going to work feels unbearable. “I hate Mondays,” I groan.
He leans in, brushing his lips over my shoulder. “You have a couple hours before you need to be at work,” he says, making goosebumps erupt all over my naked skin at the feel of his hot breath and soft lips. “I need to get in early for a meeting. But there’s breakfast in the kitchen for you, and I prepared a bath for when you’re done.”
I blink up at him in surprise. “You prepared a bath?”
“Of course.” His eyes flash with mischief. “I figured you must be sore this morning.”
Even after all the very dirty, intimate things we’ve done this weekend, I still blush. Ollie doesn’t mind—he makes a happy noise in the back of his throat whenever my cheeks turn pink.
“Eat your breakfast and take a bath,” he instructs, the command in his voice impossible to ignore. “Then my driver will take you back to your house to get ready and then bring you to work.”
“Oh, he doesn’t have to?—”
But Oliver cuts me off with a stern glare. “He does. I want to make sure you’re safe.”
“Ollie, I can take an Uber back to my place. You already arranged to have my car brought home from the club. I drive to work every day of my life.”
“Not anymore,” he says simply. “You’ll use my driver.”
