Page 13 of Guardian Daddy's Girl
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HAILEY
Iknew it was going to work, but I couldn’t have predicted it would be so damn amazing. Everything from the way he looked at me, to the feeling of him touching my body in places that have never been explored before, was amazing. Phenomenal. Perfect.
Just like Rex.
But if that was only the beginning, the foreplay, I can’t imagine what the actual thing is going to be like. And where I can understand his want to stop things in that changing room, the anticipation is already eating away at me.
And I can tell I’m not the only one, with the throbbing bulge in Rex’s pants. Heck, the only regret I’ve got about what happened today, is that I didn’t get more intimate with it. A light touch here and there is one thing, but before my announcement Rex would’ve let me do anything I wanted to him. Touch it, stroke it … maybe even, taste it.
“Did you have fun,Daddy?” I ask, when we get back to my place.
Rex is behind the car collecting my bags from the trunk, while I’m floating on a cloud toward the front door.
“The most fun I’ve had in a damn long time, Kitten,” he peeks his head around the car to show me he’s smirking. “Made better every time I lick my lips and get another taste of you.”
He winks with the last part before getting back to his task.
Red-faced and breathless, I struggle to answer him, and instead focus on getting inside. Rex heads through the door and makes his way straight to the kitchen to drop all my things off. I flick on the TV and follow from the other side of the wall. I stop at the counter separating the kitchen from the living room and rest on my shoulders.
“Do you have any plans for tonight?” I ask, watching him unpack the bags.
I could get used to this. No, that’s not right. I want to get used to this. Having this big, burly monster at my side in this domestic bliss. Excitedly launching out of my chair in the evenings when I hear his car pulling up the driveway. Jumping into his arms to give him a big kiss hello. Rub the stress out of his shoulders when he’s had a rough day, and sharing a drink by the pool on weekends without a care in the world.
It's such a pretty fantasy.
“Nothing yet,” he says, looking at me over one shoulder as he packs coffee in the cupboard. “Need me to come over?”
“I’ve got a few friends coming over, nothing crazy just a few drinks and a few laughs. I’d like you to join us.”
Rex raises a brow. He’s about to open his mouth, no doubt with some excuse for why he can’t make it, but I’ve got the best way to counter it.
I bat my eyelashes at him and pout to put on the cutest face I can muster.
“Please,” I draw out the word and raise my voice to a high-pitched whine. “You can just stay for a little bit. Meet, greet and go.”
He turns around and tilts his head to the sky to give it some thought. Somewhere between his mind whirring for answers to get out of it, he eases into the counter and crosses his enormous arms over his barrel chest. When he finally comes up with something to say, he starts with a grunt as his fiery eyes focus on me again.
“Hailey, I’m almost double your age. I won’t fit in that party,” he says.
“Yes, but that’s why I’m not throwing a party. Just a get together with some friends. There’s a few of them I’d really like you to meet, and who really want to meet you.” His eyes narrow at my response. “Well, one. You might’ve seen her earlier. I walked her to her car.”
“I did,” he shrugs. “And if I say yes, you’re gonna owe me one, Hailey. Because that would be twice you’ve made me do something I really don’t want to do in the same day.”
“You’re coming?” My entire body goes rigid with excitement. If I weren’t standing so stiff, I’d be bouncing off the walls.
“I am.”
I rush toward him, narrowly avoiding the kitchen counter with my hip while I do. I throw myself into his arms and pepper his face with a thousand kisses to show my appreciation. He starts laughing at my sudden outburst, throwing his hands around my body and going straight for a few squeezes of my ass.
“You’re not gonna regret it, I promise,” I squeal, delighted. “And as for how I’ll pay you back, I’ve got a few things in mind.”
“Does it involve that sweet pussy of yours?” The nonchalant way he says something so vulgar makes me throb in places I didn’t know could.
But at this point, I’m sure he could make small talk about the weather, something along the lines ofwet and rainy, and I’d be soaked. This man has a straight line to my brain’s pleasure center.
“It does.” I’m giggling like a school girl with the words. “And it’s going to blow your mind.”
