Page 26 of Watch Me, Daddy

Thus far, Aidan had proven to be a man of his word. Even though he’d been the king of mixed signals, I’d seen the look in his eyes. I’d finally gotten the answer I wanted.

He wanted me.Badly.

I tried to take my mind off it by changing into a pair of pajamas and washing my face, but nothing I did quelled the heat rampaging inside me with wild abandon. Even the soft fabric of my pajama top and bottoms seemed like too much, but they clung to my body and made me feel sexy enough to want to keep them on.

You want him to look at you like that again, don’t you?

I paced back and forth, struggling internally with my indecision for what felt like hours, but when I looked at the bedside clock, it had only been about thirty minutes. My body blazed hotter, and before I knew it, my curiosity got the best of me.

Ineededto see if he was out there, or if he’d changed his mind, or if he just wanted to make a fool of me.

The door creaked open under my tentative push, and for a moment, hope soared within me. The soft light spilled into the corridor, casting a soft glow on the hardwood floor outside my room.

My heart skipped a beat as I locked eyes with him. Wearing only a pair of black slacks clasped with a black leather belt, he was the epitome of chiseled masculinity as he leaned against the doorframe of his bedroom across the hall.

I took a long moment to enjoy the decadent sight of him.

The contours of his muscles were etched with precision, every sinew and curve a testament to his strength. His broad shoulders tapered down to a defined waist, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest a mesmerizing display of power and grace. The play of light and shadow danced over his sculpted, tattooed torso, accentuating the ridges of his abdominal muscles and the lines that traced his hips. As he stood there, the fabric of his sweatpants clung to him, hinting at the raw magnetism that pulsed beneath the surface. The sight of him revealed a potent blend of charisma and masculine confidence that held me spellbound.

The air crackled with a tension that left no room for doubt. His lips were impossibly inviting, a intoxicating blend of temptation and seduction. His eyes held a dark intensity, a promise of forbidden desires that sent a thrilling shiver down my spine.

A very deep part of me wanted to find out what those desires were.

“I thought you might make it until midnight, at least. You’re a very needy girl, aren’t you?” he purred, his every syllable vibrating down my spine.

His gaze swept over me, igniting a trail of heat that traced my every curve. His eyes held a predatory glint, raking up and down my form with a dark, seductive intensity that left me breathless.

“Fuck you…” I blurted out, letting my anger, frustration, and arousal get the best of me.

I couldn’t help it. It was as if he could read me like a book, could see the secrets hidden beneath my skin, and I couldn’t take it. I wasn’t used to being so out of my element, so I didn’t know what to do or say.

“Tell me what you need, princess,” he demanded. His voice held no traces of anger and frustration, unlike mine. Instead, he radiated cool, steadfast confidence, forever calm no matter what came out of my mouth.

Annoyed, I snarled, stomped my foot against the floor, and slammed the door. I pushed my back against it and scowled. His cockiness was exasperating.

Then why is it making your needy little pussy so wet?

I started pacing again, walking back and forth as I resisted the urge to open the door and tell him exactly what I thought. But to be honest, I didn’t really know what to think. On one hand, I was maddeningly aroused, and on the other, I was furious about it. I stared at the clock, watching minute after minute tick by so slowly it was as if time itself had come to a stop.

My heated arousal only grew worse. My nipples pulsed with need, and my core spiraled so tight that my belly started cramping. In a fit to cool myself down, I threw open the French doors, craving the cool touch of the outside air against my flushed skin. The breeze swept over me like a soothing caress, carrying with it the earthy scent of pine and the distant whispers of the lake.

It felt good, but only for so long. Eventually, the building desire in me reached a boiling point. Determined to hold out, I stayed out on the balcony for a long while until it all became too much, and I rushed back inside.

It was one in the morning.

I retreated long enough to prove a point, right?

I crept back towards the door, laying my forehead against it. Heat spiraled through my veins, and my pussy clenched hard.

Ididwant his cock. I wanted everything those dark eyes promised, and I wanted it tonight.

With a deep breath, I reached for the doorknob and paused. What if he’d left? What if he’d tired of my strong will and given up on me?

I held my breath as my eyes jerked up, searching for him, and I breathed a sigh of relief. He was still there in all his chiseled glory, and for a moment, I allowed myself the decadent sin of feasting on the sight of him for a second time that day.

“Impressive, little girl,” he said with a knowing smirk.

“Can’t you just fuck me without being such an asshole about it?” I asked, sneering at his arrogance while trying to control the rampant arousal racing through my veins.

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