The word slips out before I can stop it, and Joel's eyes go dark with lust.
"Say that again."
"Daddy," I whisper, and his control snaps.
He fucks me harder, his hand tightening slightly on my throat, and I'm drowning in sensation. His other hand slides between us, finding my clit, and suddenly I'm coming again—harder than before—sobbing his name.
"That's my girl," he groans. "Fuck—Nina—I'm going to—"
"Inside me," I beg. "Come inside me, Daddy. Please—"
He buries himself deep with a roar, and I feel him pulse inside me, filling me with heat. His whole body shudders, his face pressed against my neck, and for a long moment we just lie there breathing hard.
When he catches his breath, Joel lifts his head to look at me, and there's something vulnerable in his expression. "You called me—"
"Daddy." I feel heat flood my cheeks. "I'm sorry, it just slipped out—"
"Don't apologize." He kisses me, slow and deep. "I fucking loved it. Say it again."
"Daddy," I whisper against his lips.
He groans and I feel him starting to harden inside me again. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Good thing you're a doctor."
"Not that kind of doctor." He laughs and kisses me again, and I realize we're both sticky and sweaty and completely wrecked, and I've never been happier. "Come on," he says, pulling out carefully. "I'm taking you upstairs. I have plans for you."
"More plans?"
"Baby, we've got two days until Alexis gets home." His grin is wicked. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
He scoops me up and carries me toward the stairs, both of us naked and sated and yet somehow already thinking about round two.
The cinnamon rolls are definitely burnt.
But neither of us cares.
4
Joel
Icarry Nina upstairs to my bedroom, and the significance of it hits me somewhere around the landing.
I haven't brought anyone to this room in years. This space has been mine alone—my sanctuary, my refuge. But having Nina here feels right in a way nothing else has.
I lay her on my bed, she looks fucking perfect against my dark gray sheets, and just take a moment to look at her. Naked, flushed, her hair spread out like a dark halo, still catching her breath from what we just did downstairs.
"You're staring," she says, but she's smiling.
"Can't help it. I've imagined you in my bed so many times. The reality is better."
"Show me." She props herself up on her elbows. "Show me what you imagined."
Christ. The way she looks at me, all confident and challenging and still a little breathless, makes me hard all over again.
I crawl over her, caging her in with my arms. "I imagined tasting every inch of you." I kiss her throat. Kiss her collarbone.
She arches into me. "Joel."
