“Where’s the pain, angel?”
“Hmm?” I sigh contently. I could happily have him touch me for the rest of my life.
“The pain, honey. Where is it?” he murmurs. For some reason, probably my imagination playing games with me, he sounds like he’s closer now. But I don’t open my eyes to check.
I don’t want to risk it. With eyes shut I can pretend he’s close, staring at my face with longing that matches my own. “Temples,” I whisper. “And between my eyes.”
“Not enough water,” he mumbles, almost to himself. “You had an early appointment?”
“Yeah, a color correction,” I share. “And then extensions and haircuts,” I ramble willingly because I swear his hands could get anything out of me.
“Did you eat this morning?” his voice rumbles deliciously, and I let myself imagine things I shouldn’t.
Things like him actually being concerned about my wellbeing. Not because I’m his best friend’s little sister but because he wants me. I shrug unable to string two words together and when he tsks.‘Bad girl’,it doesn’t help the road trip my thoughts go on. Dirty thoughts pop into my head.Bad girl.I don’t mind the nickname. One that would lead to sinfully filthy places that maybe end with me calling himdaddy.
“You need to eat every morning,” he keeps talking, unaware of how my imagination flares to life behind my eyes. I’d be kneeling in front of him, wearing a tiny, pleated skirt I bought thinking of him. “You also need to have water with you. Especially when you’re around all those chemicals,” he scolds.
“Okay, Daddy,” I whisper. A smile plays on my lips until I realize I just said that out loud. My eyes pop open, and I notice his hands are no longer rubbing my temples. No. They’re just holding my face, a dark expression on his face. “Ha, ha,” I try to play it off like I was teasing instead of literally having a dirty fantasy in front of him.
“Right.” He clears his throat and drops his hands. “Better?”
“What?” I blink, trying to focus on his face while I tamp down the sheer embarrassment of calling him daddy.
“Your headache, baby. Is it better?”
“Oh,” my voice squeaks, and I wince. I’m terrible at this. This is why I am single at my age. Because I look like I do, and my tastes, well, they’re different. There is something in me that craves to be protected and babied. Spoiled and cherished.
“Eden, talk to me.” His deep voice makes more goose bumps come to life on my skin, and I can feel my face start to turn red. Or redder, as the case is.
“Yeah.” I cough. “A whole bunch. Let me get my purse from inside my car, and we can get going.” I hurry off, not bothering to look at him. Jacob probably thinks I’m some kind of pervert now. I can’t believe I called him daddy!
Great.
Just my luck. Like usual, my mouth got the best of me.
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JACOB
Okay, Daddy. Okay, Daddy. Okay, Daddy.Those two words keep bouncing around in my head like a sphere in a pinball machine.Okay, Daddy. Okay, Daddy. Okay, Daddy.
If I thought she was perfect before, now she is a gift.
I can’t just give up because of my best friend, right?
I watch Eden rush away, and my hands immediately feel empty without her face in them. I want to touch her again. Kiss and cherish her. Spoil her. But could she actually want me? I’m older and scarred. A rough motherfucker who has seen too much. Shit, I don’t even sleep through the night.
I have no right wanting her, much less touching her.
I watch her bend, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from groaning out loud. The sight of her luscious ass bent and on display for me is giving me a hard time trying to keep my hands to myself. All I want to do is push her lower, drop her pants, and sink into my baby girl’s wetness. I know she would be so damn snug around my cock. Or maybe shove my face between those cheeks and lick her until she’s a squirting mess begging daddy for mercy? She straightens, pulling her purse over herchest, letting the strap rest between her huge tits, and I have to swallow hard.
Eden Woodman is a beautiful woman. Curves that make a man’s mouth water and hands itch to explore. Thick thighs and big ass and tits with a face of an angel. It’s like she was created just for me. Everything about her is beautiful. She makes me want things I shouldn’t crave.
But I do.
I want everything with Eden.
I want to see the giggly woman blushing while she looks up at me as I fuck her nice and slow, making her milky-white tits bounce with every thrust. Have her suck on my thumb as she looks up at me and I bury my face between her thighs and take care of her so good she has to muffle the sounds from the outside world. Make her cry outDaddyfor me.
