He closes his eyes, nostrils flaring. “I want to buy you one more thing.”
“What could I possibly need?”
“Jewelry. You have none.”
“I don’t need—”
Without warning, Jason scoops me up by slinging his arm beneath my bottom, carrying me into the jewelry shop that has been right behind me all along. I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck, well aware of the disapproving looks we’re getting, but…are we really doing anything wrong? Sure, we needto come clean to Emma—and we will, soon, but just because he’s older than me doesn’t mean we’re doing anything illegal.
I frown at the haters.
Inside the store now, Jason sets me down in front of a display case filled with sparkly necklaces. Without looking at the price tags, I can already tell they’re mega expensive.
“No. Please. I don’tneedanything.”
“Shhh, angel.” He kisses my lips to quiet me, backing me up against the display case, the outline of his erection prodding my tummy. “You’ll do what I tell you.”
A waterfall of heat cascades down to my toes.
My mouth snaps shut, my pulse spiking and dancing happily.
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, trembling even though we’re no longer standing in the breeze.
“Christ. Look how much you love discipline,” Jason says gruffly, studying my face. Absorbing. Noticing everything about me. After a moment of thought, he leans down and whispers in my ear. “I want to wrap gold and diamonds around your pretty little fucking throat so you don’t forget that’s where I put my cock. If you complain one more time about how I spend money on my angel, I’m going to pull down your shorts and slap those tight cheeks until they’re bright pink. Right here in this store.”
My breath is rattling in and out by the time he’s finished. Panties sopping wet.
Tremors course through me and I’m convinced he’s the only thing keeping me from sinking to the floor in a delirious heap.
“Y-yes, s-sir,” I stammer, overcome.
A clerk clears his throat behind me, but I don’t turn around.
No, I just step into Jason’s embrace and put my face in his neck, trying to recover. Trying not to sink down to my knees and service him, right here in public, like I want to.
Jason taps the glass with his finger. “We’ll take the one that says Daddy’s Girl.”
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God,she makes me high.
I’m pulsing head to toe, I swear, my heart pumping in a new rhythm.
We leave the jewelry shop, the new necklace resting against the notch of her throat, and I hustle her to my truck, which I left in a municipal lot behind the avenue. I’m going to fuck her against the tailgate. That’s the only option. I will never make it all the way home with my dick this stiff, and anyway, I’m pretty sure Emma will be home when we arrive. Meaning, I’ll have to keep my hands off Shea.
Impossible.
We’re going to have to face the music soon and tell Emma there’s something between me and Shea, because our relationship is already getting to the point where I can’t keep my feelings to myself. I want it understood byeveryonethat Shea is mine. I want her in my lap in restaurants. I want to drop her off at class in that shiny necklace. I want her to sleep in my bed. I want to meet her father and tell him I’ll take it from here.
If that’s sick, I don’t care.
I’ll gladly be called every name in the book for the privilege of being Shea’s man.
Sugar Daddy. Sir. Boyfriend. All of the above.
Furthermore, she has expressed to me that she likes me commanding. Possessive.
