Page 209 of Broken Daddy
“Devi, be a good girl. Give me a name.”
“You cannot ‘good girl’ me into giving you a name.” She pointed at him with her good hand. “And it’s naughty of you to try.”
“It’s naughty of you to move your arm when I told you to keep it over your head.”
Her eyes widened. Oh shoot. “This was different! I moved it to scold you.”
“You were scolding me? Do you get to scold me?”
“I do when you’re losing your mind. I’m not giving you a name so you can go and do . . . whatever it is you want to do to Pete . . . oops.”
“Pete, huh? Can’t be too many Petes in that town. Or maybe I can just ask your brother.”
“He’s not going to tell you anything!”
The look he shot her told her that he knew that was bullshit.
Drat.
Of course Rohan would tell him! Rohan was almost as protective as Hayes. And he’d never liked any of the guys that she’d dated.
To be fair, they weren’t very nice guys. As she’d learned too late.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll find out and then I’ll do what needs to be done.” He leaned over her, his hands on the mattress on either side of her head.
“You can’t go after everyone that you think has wronged me,” she told him.
“No? Watch me.” Then he kissed her. And she forgot all about Pete and Ronny, the other guy she’d dated. They would never have matched up to his man, anyway.
No one could.
She hadn’t liked kissing before Hayes. But the way he took charge, pressing his lips to hers, before sliding his tongue into her mouth, it was magic.
She didn’t think it was possible to be this turned on by just a kiss. But by the time he drew back, she was attempting to thrust her hips up, to rub herself against him.
Friction. She needed friction. For him to touch her pussy, her clit.
Please, please, please.
Instead he started kissing down her neck. Not that that wasn’t nice.
It really, really was.
However, she needed more. Then his lips surrounded her nipple, sucking strongly.
Oh my God!
A cry of pleasure left her.
“My baby likes her nipple being sucked.” He tongued her nipple before sucking on it again and then he moved to her other nipple.
“I want to touch you,” she begged. “Please.”
“No.”
“Please!” she cried.
“Aww, poor baby.”
