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“Different?” I frowned. “What does that mean?”

“It means what I like… well, umm…” I could feel her nervous energy bounce off her in waves.

“Coco.” I pulled back. My hands cupped her face as my heartrate picked up. Could she possibly be telling me we had one huge thing in common? Was my girl going to give me the one thing I’d thought might be impossible to get from her?

I was a controlling son of a bitch.

I knew that about myself.

I was demanding and cold in the boardroom, but it wasn’t only there where I needed control. That desire leaked into things in the bedroom. I’d played in sex clubs but never had someone of my own. I’d never felt the need or pull toward anyone except Coco.

Expect for my baby girl.

“The things I like… in a relationship… in the bedroom, Lucas…” I smiled at her and stroked the apples of her cheeks. Her skin was so damn soft.

“Whatever it is, whatever you like or want, it’s yours, baby girl.” Her breath hitched at the endearment, and hope sprung to life in my heart and soul.

I was too old for her. Too bitter and cold. But I would do anything to be her daddy. I just needed her to give me a little trust to show her how far I would go to become her everything.

Because she was already mine.

Chapter6

Coco

Butterflies flapped their wings in my belly like they were competing for a god medal.

He’s smiling.

Actually smiling down at me!

His hands touched my face like I was made of the finest china as he stared at me like he couldn’t believe I was real.

“Lucas.” His name slipped past my lips when all I wanted to call him was something else. Something that might scare him away or make him think differently of me.

“All you have to do is ask. Nothing will put me off. Not when it comes to you, Coco,” he promised. I felt my body melt further into his hard one. And hard he was. Long and thick against the apex of my thighs. I had to fight myself from squirming and writhing on his lap like a cat in heat.

“We just have to be honest with one another from here on out.” His jaw clenched. “I know that’s rich coming from me, right? I made you think I hated you when honestly, I don’t know how the hell I lived so long without knowing you were out there in the world.” My eyes stung with happy tears at his words.

I still couldn’t believe this moment, this beautiful, perfect moment was real. It was better than any daydream and fantasy I’d ever had.

“What do you like, Coco? What do you need from me, baby girl?” My sex clenched every time he called me that. “Be a good girl for me. Tell me.”

“Daddy.” When the word slipped past my lips, I lost sight of him. Not because he pushed me away and ran.

Nope.

I lost sight of him because the moment he started to move in closer, my eyes shut. I felt his lips against mine in the most beautiful, hungry first kiss known to man. His lips skated over mine with an urgency that had me holding on. Moving my mouth with his, giving him as good as I got. I wanted to believe and hope everything he was pouring into that moment matched what I’d felt for him all year.

What I’d tried and failed not to feel.

“Daddy,” I panted against his lips before pulling in a breath. My lungs burned from loss of oxygen, but he wasn’t done. His lips skated to the edge of mine and then lower. From my chin and into my neck. “Oh god, Lucas.”

“Uh-uh,” he grunted, “you know what to call me. What I need you to call me, baby girl.”

“Daddy.”

“Yes,” he hissed, opening his mouth wider as he sucked and nipped at my sensitive neck. I felt like a firework with a its fuse lit that had started to spark up to life and was about to explode.

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