Page 37 of His to Cherish
“Your hair looks perfect,” I insist. “You know I like it when you look all wild and well-fucked.”
I grin when she blushes. That shit will never get old.
Of course, when we pull up to Club Wyld it’s to an empty street. Not a single photographer or onlooker in sight. But Lilly still seems nervous as I hand my keys off to the valet and lead her inside.
“What’s wrong?” I ask once we’re in the front lounge.
“Nothing,” she says, but her voice is high pitched and unsteady. “Can we get a drink?”
So something definitely has her nervous, because Lilly rarely drinks. As much as it kills me not to press the issue, I decide I’ll give her some time to tell me herself. If nothing else, I can force it out of her once I get her over my lap in the back.
We sit down with our drinks and people watch for a while. It’s not a public night, so the front lounge is a bit more scandalous than normal. A few tables away, a woman is kneeling on the bench of one of the booths. She’s leaning forward, showing off a glimpse of a fluffy cat’s tail, no doubt attached to a butt plug. I smirk as I watch Lilly’s eyes widen in response.
“Such a sweet, innocent babygirl,” I murmur into her ear.
She raises her drink to her mouth with a shaky hand and I swear I hear her mutter, “not tonight.”
A few moments later, a suited man appears at our table. “Andres,” I say, greeting one of the club’s hosts. “It’s nice to see you.”
“You as well, Mr. York,” he says, then he surprises me by turning to Lilly. “Everything is ready as you requested, ma’am.”
“Thank you,” she squeaks out, her face beet-red now.
“Third room on the left in the west hall,” he says. “There’s a reserved sign on the door.”
She nods, looking anywhere but at me. Andres tilts his head in my direction then walks away. I turn to Lilly. “What’s going on here, sweetheart?”
“Well, you know it’s your birthday next week,” she says shakily.
“I do know the date of my birth, yes.”
She blows out a long breath, clearly freaking out about whatever this is. “So, I um, thought I would arrange something for you. For us. Something, you know, special.”
My heart lifts at the idea of her going to the trouble to surprise me. Meanwhile, my dick hardens as I consider what that surprise might be. I lean in close and nip at the lobe of her ear. “And what did you plan, babygirl?”
She finally looks at me, and I can see desire in her gaze, hidden under the layers of nerves. “How about I show you?”
I grin. “Go right ahead.”
She takes a deep breath, straightening her shoulders. “Okay. I need you to stay here for a bit and then follow me to the door Andres mentioned.” I frown at that, not liking the idea of her walking around the club on her own. “I promise I’ll walk straight there and not talk to anyone,” she says, in her best sweet little girl voice. She knows it always works on me. “You can follow me in ten minutes.”
“Five,” I counter, and she raises an eyebrow. I have to bite back my grin at the hint of her sassiness. Whatever she has planned better provide ample opportunity to spank her for that.
“Eight,” she challenges, and I laugh, pulling her in for a kiss.
“Fine. Eight minutes. But only because you have me so very intrigued babygirl.” I give her a quick, sharp slap on the thigh. “Better hurry, though, or I might change my mind and follow you right now.”
She grins, pressing a kiss to my cheek, and it’s everything I can do to keep from stopping her as she hops up and darts away.
It’s the longest fucking eight minutes of my life. And you better believe I set a timer for that shit. I hate being away from Lilly under any circumstances—my work days have been pretty unbearable lately, and I’ve been leaving the office earlier and earlier— but the idea of being away from Lilly while she’s planning something naughty is next to impossible. The second my timer dings, I jump up and head for the steel door.
My heart is pounding hard as I approach the room Andres indicated. I have no idea what Lilly has planned, but I’m one hundred percent sure I’m going to enjoy it. It involves my girl—how could I not love it?
I pause at the door. My inclination is to barge in and claim her, but I force myself to stop and knock. She would be disappointed if I ruined whatever she has set up. “Lilly?” I call softly as I knock. “It’s me, sweetheart.”
“Come in, Daddy,” I hear her call, and my heart practically beats out of my chest with anticipation as I open the door.
I stand in the doorway for a long moment, blinking around at the scene Lilly arranged, trying to catch my bearings. The room is set up like a bedroom, with a white, four-poster bed in the center. The bed is covered in a flowered pink quilt and there are a few fuzzy throw pillows scattered near the headboard. The decor in the room matches the bed—a soft rug on the floor, a white rocking chair in the corner, flowers on the nightstand.
