Page 124 of Bad For A Weekend

“Down the hall, first door on the left, Daddy.”

I stop and nearly come in my pants. I’d told her how much I’d like to hear her call me that. I’m not into a Dom/sub relationship full-time but in the bedroom? Hell yes. I want that and so much more.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

She arches a brow. “We’ll see.”

Baylor

Igiggle as he takes long strides in that direction. Once inside my room, he sets me on the bed before kicking off his shoes. He strips off his shirt and looks at me expectantly.

“What are you doing?” he asks.

“Enjoying the show.” I grin, pushing my robe off my shoulders and propping myself up on my elbows so I can watch him undress. My mouth goes dry at his stacked shoulders, bulging biceps, and cut abs. There’s something about a big guy,thisbig guy, that no other man can compete with.

“No time for that. Get naked.” He pushes his shorts down, revealing the most perfect body known to man.

I lift to my knees and turn my back on him. “I need some help.”

He kneels behind me and pulls off my T-shirt. I’m not wearing a bra, and my nipples pucker at the cool air and anticipation.

“Fuck, I’ve missed your tits.” He weighs them in his hands while he sucks and kisses at my neck.

Chills run over my body, and I shiver. Reaching over my shoulder, I skim up the back of his neck until I reach his hair and weave my fingers into it. I don’t know what I was thinking about, accepting a date with Grayson. No other man could elicit a reaction from my body the way Owen can.

“Lie down on your back.”

I turn and flop over, well aware that the move would make my breasts bounce. He yanks off my sleep pants and spreads my knees, making room for himself.

“Did you wear these on your date?” He snaps my black satin thong against my pelvis.

“No.”

“What did you wear?”

“A pair similar to these but pink. Why? It’s just underwear.”

“These are not just underwear.” He hooks his finger through the thin elastic bands at my hips and pulls them down, repositioning himself only long enough to get them off me and toss them over his shoulder. “Were you planning on letting him see you like this?”

“No,” I say on an exhale. He pushes my knees to the side and runs his hands down my inner thighs.

“That’s good. You would’ve given the poor kid a heart attack. He couldn’t handle seeing all this perfection.” Both of his thumbs trace up my bare outer lips.

“And you can?” I taunt.

“You already know the answer to that.” He lowers to the mattress and weaves his arms under my thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders. His warm breath caresses my sex, causing me to squirm in anticipation.

“Prove it,” I whisper.

He dives in, eating me like he has a point to make. His tongue parts my folds, finding my clit and flicking it with such speed my hips lift of their own accord. I lose my breath, going from turned-on to pre-climax in a split second. He flattens his tongue, licking long and hard, barely giving me a chance to relax before doing it all over again.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he says, inserting a finger inside. “So fucking tight.”

He strokes me with a come-hither motion while he continues to eat me out. I entwine my hands into his hair, gripping the roots and tugging.

“Yes,” I moan. “Just like that.”

My thighs squeeze his head as the pressure builds and builds. One finger becomes two, filling me up deliciously. I clench down and shamelessly grind against his face until my arousal crests, and I lose myself to the pleasure.

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