That if I’m going to actually do this, then I’m going to do it properly.
“Are you sure you want this, Cupcake?” I ask, voice rough as I stroke her flushed cheek. “Because once we do this, there will be no going back. I won’t just be your boss anymore, you get that?”
She nods, eyes wide as they burn into mine. “What will you be?” she whispers.
“I’ll…” Shit, I don’t know. I don’t know the right words. “I’ll be yours.”
Her breath rushes out, and she leans in to press her mouth hard to mine. “Yes,” she rasps between wet, urgent kisses. “Yes, that’s what I want. For you to be mine. My…” She draws away to meet my gaze, suddenly shy as she trails off. It takes me a moment to realize why, and that’s when the right word hits me.
Daddy. She wants me to be her Daddy.
Fuck.
“Yes, baby,” I say, cradling her face. “That’s exactly what I’ll be.” I don’t need to say the word, not when we both feel it. She needs me to be the strong, kind, loving man she’s never had in her life. Not her father—her partner.
And it’severythingI could want.
My chest fills with emotion as I take her mouth again in a slow, deliberate kiss, fingers tangling in her hair. Her lips part, tongue lapping eagerly against mine. She wastes no time, shoving the covers aside to straddle me in bed, hands tugging impatiently at my Henley. I let her pull it over my head and toss it aside, and her gaze devours my torso, lips parted and eyes hazy.
“Aidan, God. You’re…” She breathes out hard as she gazes down at me. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
I chuckle, loving the way she leans in to trace the curve of my shoulder, fingers warm as they trail across my pecs. I work out most days, but that doesn’t turn back the clock. Doesn’t erase the gray peppered in my chest hair. But as Iris rakes her fingers through it now with a low hum of appreciation, her eyesdark and hungry, I feel like a fucking God. I think back to what she said in that boutique this afternoon—Ilikethat he’s older. It’s fucking hot—and realize how much she meant it. She meant every word.
Fuck.
I reach for the buttons of her pajama top, undoing them slowly, breath catching when I realize she’s not wearing a bra.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit out, taking in her soft, creamy breasts, the pink buds begging for my tongue. She slips the top off, and I lift my head to suck a nipple into my mouth, sliding my hands up her back as I do. She arches in my arms, skin warm and smooth under my hands, nipple tightening in my mouth.
“Yes,” she whispers, shifting against my thickening cock. It sends a rush of heat through me, and my fingers tighten on her back. I have to remind myself to be gentle.
She wriggles down a little, dropping her gaze to the erection straining against the waistband of my pajama bottoms. I watch as she tugs the elastic down, exposing the red-purple head of my cock.
“Fuck,” she breathes, staring down as it throbs. “I’ve missed it.”
A laugh rumbles in my chest. “Is that right?”
She bites her lip, nodding. Her long hair slides over her shoulders as she does, covering her breasts, but she looks so beautiful I don’t mind.
“I’ve missed the taste of you.” She licks her lips as she looks at me. “Can I—”
“No.” I take hold of her waist, rolling us so I’m on top, and she gasps in surprise. “You’ve already tasted me, but I’ve never tasted you. That’s hardly fair, Cupcake.” I ease myself off her to remove her pajama bottoms. She’s not wearing panties underneath those either, and I arch a brow. “You got into bed with me without underwear?”
She gives me a dirty smile. “I figured it would only get in the way.”
I give a slow shake of my head. “Naughty girl,” I rumble, and excitement flares in her eyes, like she expects I might punish her for it. And while my cock jumps eagerly at the thought, I push it away.
Not tonight. Tonight is about us, about being close.
I throw her pajama bottoms to the floor, nudging her legs apart as I settle between them. She’s naked and spread out on the bed for me, exactly how I want her. I let out a long, slow breath as I slide my hands up her thighs, opening her, gaze landing on her swollen pink pussy.
“Finally,” I rasp, swiping my tongue through her sweetness. She’s already soaked, and I lap up as much as I can. “You taste amazing, Cupcake.”
She moans, fingers digging into my hair as I devour her. I remember how she touched herself in my office, the way she’d teased her entrance then circled her clit, and I mimic the motion with my tongue. Then I slide a finger into her tight channel, watching as her eyes roll back.
“Like that?” I say gruffly, and she nods.
“Yes. More.”
