Page 22 of The Daddy Claus

Before the little peanut, I had boundless amounts of energy. Gabbi used to call me the energizer bunny. Well, this bunny’s batteries are running low, and I have so many more months to go. At least the morning sickness only hits me between the time I wake up and noon.

Jordan rearranged my work schedule for me to work from one o’clock until eight every night, and I really appreciate it. I’m able to continue my job and deal with the discomforts of early pregnancy.

I’m walking through the therapy room, shutting off lights at the end of the night, when another side effect of pregnancy hormones hits me. There’s only one way to take care of this issue. Find my daddy.

At this time of the evening, the building is mostly empty. Only a few security guards and cleaning crew stay around after the athletes and coaches leave for the day.

I stick my head out the door and smile at the security guard standing right outside. “Could you wait to tell Jordan I’m finished for the day? I want to grab a quick shower and surprise him in his office.” His eyebrows shoot up, and a blush moves over my face as I realize he knows exactly what I’m planning.

“Sure thing.” His smirk tells me he isn’t fooled in the least.

Jordan changed his schedule to match mine and hired a bodyguard to keep me safe. At first, I thought it was overkill, but I’ve come to appreciate knowing someone is watching out for me once the building empties.

Not giving myself time to chicken out, I lock my office suite door and quickly strip off my clothes. I have to work fast if I want to pull this off before Jordan comes looking for me or calls Cohen to see why I’m not ready. I hop in the shower and scrub the workday funk off of me. If I’m going to seduce my daddy, I’m going to be sweet-smelling.

I keep extra clothes in case of emergencies, and the intense sexual hunger flowing through me right now definitely qualifies. I pull on my black yoga pants and a long t-shirt, wishing I’d thought ahead and brought something sexy to work. Oh, well. Maybe next time.

My heart soars at the thought of having a next time with Jordan. After all the drama and miscommunication, I finally feel like we’re on the same page. Mostly. He’s still trying to give me everything I could ever want. Since the only thing I need is him, I’m dealing with it.

Once I pull my hair back and spritz on a little perfume, I’m ready to head upstairs to the main offices and seduce my daddy. I take the stairs up to the top floor out of habit. I hate taking the elevator when the building is empty due to my irrational fear of getting stuck and staying there until the next morning. Silly, I know, but it is what it is.

Just as I thought, the executive floor is dark and empty. Yay. Now, let’s see if I can pull this off. I walk down the long hallway and stop outside the last door. Taking a deep breath, I knock on the door.

“Yes.” Jordan’s deep voice sends my hormones skyrocketing.

I push the door open and step inside. He looks up from the papers spread across his massive wooden desk and blinks several times. “Why didn’t Cohen call me?”

He pushes his chair back, but I stop him. “Wait.” He follows my order and halts. “Stay right there.” Okay, I’m winging it here.

I close the door behind me and turn the lock. His eyes follow my hand as I pull my t-shirt over my head and toss it aside. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack, princess?”

“No.” I shake my head and unsnap my bra. “I’m trying to seduce you. Now, sit back and let me work.”

His eyes widen as his nose flares. “I’m all yours.”

I toss my bra onto the black leather chair in front of his desk, push my yoga pants down my legs, and kick off my tennis shoes. His rapid breathing and white-knuckled hold on the chair arm tell me he likes my little striptease. “Good. Cause I’m keeping you.”

He throws his head back against the chair and groans my name as I slowly walk over and straddle his lap. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my sensitive pussy through his dress pants and my pink silky undies.

The armrest makes a popping noise as his grip tightens. I stare into his eyes and reach between us to slowly unbutton his starched, white dress shirt. I push the material aside, and his tattoo collection comes into view, reminding me how lucky I am to have this thoughtful, sweet, gorgeous man all to myself.

I lean over and run my lips across my initials over his heart, and he groans my name. I kiss my way over to his nipple and gently nip at it. One of his hands flies up to grip the back of my head while the other one wraps around my hip.

I continue exploring and kissing each of the tattoos until I reach the base of his neck. I close my lips around the skin and suck, hoping to add a little mark of my own to the collection. “Are you giving Daddy a hickey?” His cock jumps against me.

“Yes.” I smile against his skin and suck a little harder. “I want everyone to see you belong to me, Daddy.”

“I love you, princess.” His words cause my pulse to jump as I kiss him. His warm lips open for my tongue, and I slip it inside his mouth to tangle with his.

A shiver runs through my body as his hand slowly slides up my side and around to close around my boob. He gently runs his thumb over my nipple, causing electricity to flow down my spine as wetness soaks my panties. His hand tightens against my head as he devours my mouth. I squirm on his lap, rubbing my sensitive core against his erection.

He pulls back and groans against my lips, “You want Daddy’s cock inside your tight little cunt, princess?”

“Yes.” But I have plans for him first. “After I taste you, Daddy.” I push back and he helps me slide off his lap. The soft, plush carpet cradles my knees as I unbutton his pants.

He pushes my hand away and hurries to pull his cock free of his pants. “I’ve been dreaming about you sucking my cock since the very first moment we met,” he admits, and I glance up into his eyes.

“That long, Daddy?” I wrap my hand around his shaft and slowly stroke up and down as he pulls the hairband from my hair and runs his hand through my hair.

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