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He did, and my cock popped inside. I didn’t expect him to slide closer to me, so I bottomed out in two seconds. God, it felt fucking delicious.
“Greedy boy.” He giggled as he moved opposite me, bringing both of us incredible pleasure. I nibbled on the side of his neck as I made my way to his mouth and covered it with my own, sweeping my tongue over the seam between his lips, begging for entrance like my cock was begging to pound him into the mattress.
“You bet I am, Daddy, and you’ve got enough to make me remember you inside me for days. Will you go faster…and harder?” His brown eyes were beseeching, and god knew I wanted to please the man more than I wanted to breathe.
I pushed up on my knees and shifted him so his knees were near his ears. “Fucking hell, baby. I love you. Hang on.”
And I fucked him into the mattress, going faster and harder just the way he wanted.
Chapter Thirteen
Teller
I was surprised my guts weren’t coming out of my asshole. Briggs and I had been fucking like rabbits since that first beautiful night when I stayed at the white house with him. Hell, the next morning, he carried me downstairs and made me eggs and coffee before we went to get the small amount of stuff I had at my apartment.
“Oh, do I need to let the management company know I’m moving? What about the other tenants?” I’d asked. There were eight units in each building, and everyone had to move somewhere, right?
Briggs was driving the Bronco to my building, and I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face—at least until I moved and my ass spasmed in tenderness. The pain, however, was worth all the pleasure he’d given me twice that night and once that morning before we went to get my stuff.
“I’m management, and you don’t need to let me know. It’s the best news I’ve heard in a long time. We’re moving the rest of the tenants to the empty units in the other buildings, and I’m only charging them half the rent the management company charged for their trouble. Barrett went to a tenant meeting this morning to lay it out for them, and I’m hoping it went over well.”
That had been a week ago, and everything was better than I ever imagined it could be. I’d given my notice at O’Malley’s Pub because I needed more time for sewing. I was making Maizie’s holiday baby-doll pajamas, and I’d been contacted by two of the other littles at the club to make some for them, thanks to Maizie spreading the word. I had Valerie and Derek coming over on Saturday for me to take their measurements. Thanks to Daddy, I had a bunch of fabric choices on hand. He’d taken me to lunch the previous Tuesday and then to the fabric store.
He’d closed on the house purchase the previous afternoon and put keys to everything on the key ring with the Bronco keys. I kept pinching myself to see if I was dreaming the best dreamI’d ever had. There were little bruises all over my thighs, and I laughed that morning when I got dressed.
The doorbell rang, so I rushed downstairs, unsure of who would be dropping by. It was Friday evening, and Briggs and Barrett were having a conference call with all of their offices around the world before a cocktail party—or brunch party in the offices outside the US—because the offices would be closing until after the new year. I thought it was quite generous of them to give their employees a month off.
I opened the front door to see a stranger dressed in a black suit with a garment bag over his shoulder. “May I help you?”
“Mr. York asked that I give you this gift and ask you to dress for an event and join him at the York Properties building.” That was shocking. I hadn’t expected Briggs to invite me to his party.
“Are you sure?” I asked the man.
“I’m positive, sir. I’m going to pick up Miss Maizie, and we’ll swing by in thirty minutes to get you. Is that enough time?” the driver asked.
“Uh, yeah. Yes. I’ll be ready.” He left, walking to a black sedan I hadn’t noticed before he drove away.
I quickly tossed the garment bag onto the couch and unzipped it, seeing a beautiful black leather jacket with a black shirt, a gray-and-black tie, and charcoal flannel slacks. It was a gorgeous outfit.
I grabbed the garment bag and ran upstairs to take a quick shower. Once I finished, I quickly dried my hair and dressed. I went into the shared closet to get my leather loafers, only to find them gone. I looked everywhere for them, only to come up empty.
I grabbed a pair of black sneakers and slid them on to run downstairs and look in the mudroom and the living room. I didn’t make it a habit of leaving my things everywhere because it bothered me to make a mess. But I couldn’t find my shoes, so Ifound a black marker in the kitchen junk drawer and colored the white soles so they weren’t noticeable—or so I hoped.
When the driver knocked on the door again, I headed out with him, locking the house and shoving the keys into my pocket. When the guy opened the door, I saw Maizie sitting inside in a stunning rose-gold dress with a pink faux fur jacket that highlighted her golden good looks and sparkling personality perfectly.
“Wow! You look beautiful,” I said as I slid into the back seat next to her, leaning over to give her a kiss on the cheek.
“Barrett surprised me with the outfit. Did you have anything to do with it?” Her grin was contagious.
“No, but I wish I had. It looks stunning. Did you know we were being invited to the party?”
“No. I was planning to do a review tonight because I knew Daddy was going to be busy with a work function. When Daniel showed up at the house with the garment bag, I was shocked.”
“Is that his name? Daniel?” I whispered, pointing to the man in the front seat who seemed to be ignoring us. Maizie laughed and nodded.
I glanced at her feet to see that she was wearing a pair of pink Crocs with glittering charms stuck in the holes. That’s when it occurred to me. Daddy wanted to give me alittlemoment by wearing my favorite sneakers to calm my nerves about his request for me to attend the party. It seemed Barrett wanted the same for Maizie.
“So, you’re coming over tomorrow, right? I don’t know Valerie or Derek at all, so if you’ll be there, I’d appreciate it.” I was nervous as hell. It was my first time making outfits for someone other than myself or Maizie.
