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With a deliberate slowness that makes me want to scream, he hooks his fingers under the lace and pulls it to the side. Wow.
His fingers, confident and sure, trace the most sensitive part of me, making me draw in a sharp breath. “That's it,” he croons. The velvety purr of his voice is like a vibrator, sending pulses through me that thrill me just as much as his touch does.
“Just relax for daddy.”
“Stop calling yourself that,” I hiss through clenched teeth.
My defiance earns me a sharp smack on the top of my thigh. “No more talking. Just breathe.” I gasp in pain, but the sting quickly turns into liquid heat.
His fingers move slowly, deliberately, as if he's mapping out every curve and line of me. I respond to his touch and his words, despite the alarm bells ringing in my head. “If you have a hard line, tell me. But I want to push you places you don’t think you can go.”
He’s teasing me faster, with more persistence, and I cling to him with one hand, nails digging into his arm. The other hand grips the car door handle, my knuckles turning white.
The city outside blurs into a sea of color and light, the hum of the engine a distant drone. Everything narrows to this moment: the eruption building inside me, the tension tightening. Every muscle in my body tenses as the pleasure mounts to an almost unbearable level.
“You're so soft, little girl.” His fingers continue their exploration. “So sweet. I can’t wait to taste you again.”
“That's it, little girl,” a low growl in my ear, “let it go. Come for daddy.”
My breath hitches, and the world erupts in a rush of sensation. Waves of pleasure crash over me, drowning out everything buthim and the fire inside he promised to ignite. The tension breaks, and I'm left trembling, my muscles turning to water as I slump against the leather seat.
His hand slows, then stops, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he rolls to a stop at a light and leans in, his forehead gently pressing against mine. I can feel his breath, ragged and warm, mixing with my own. The scent of him surrounds me.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. And then he’s off again, pulling smoothly down the street.
Leaving my tension behind.
“I can’t believe I let you do that,” I breathe out, doing my best to discreetly slide my hands up my skirt and fix my panties back in place. I lift my ass, dragging my skirt back into place.
“Let me?” he dares with a growl.
“That was incredible,” I add quickly. “But never again.”
He reaches out, smoothing a strand of hair back from my face. “Dirty daddy talk too much for you?” he asks.
That’s an understatement. “Yes.”
“You’re still my good little girl, though, aren’t you?”
Heat flashes over my face. I can only answer with a whisper. “Yes.”
“Sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” But his wicked smile offers nothing close to an apology. “I’ll keep pushing your boundaries. I love discovering what turns you on, what you like, and more importantly,” his hand returns to my thigh with a squeeze, “what makes you beg me for more.”
“Trust.” The word slips out of my mouth before I even realize what I’m saying. Freudian slip? “I just mean you have to have a high level of trust to play these kinds of sexy little games.”
“Absolutely.” He pauses for a moment before saying, “I don’t want us to lie to one another.”
My heart stops.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Erin
I take a deep breath. “How are we lying to one another?”
“I told you my family will behave.” He chuckles.
My heart is pounding too hard to laugh along. I try to take another breath.
