“You’re not my Isaac right now, okay?”
Her Isaac? Fuck, I love the sound of that.“You can call me whatever you want, but since you want a little escapism, what should I call you? What gives your cunt a heartbeat? Are you my princess? Kitten?” I offer. She scrunches her nose. “No? How about my greedy little slut?”
“No!” Olivia lets out a full laugh. As she bites her lip, I resist taking it between my own teeth.
“Come on, babygirl, you have to give me something to go on here.” She sucks in a breath and my grin widens. “Oh, I think we have a winner.”
“How did you… Never mind.”
“No. What were you going to ask?”
Livy ignores my question, instead asking, “So, who are you tonight?”
Unable to resist her a moment longer, I kiss her again. “I think you already know.”
15
Olivia
“Are you really okay with me calling you that?” I hedge. “I feel like I should’ve asked first or something.” Even through our clothes, Isaac’s hard cock against my center makes my breath hitch.
“I meant what I said: you can call me whatever you want. But, yeah, you can absolutely call me Daddy.”
While his tone is light and playful, I’m not sure if I can handle this version of Isaac. Keeping my heart guarded is going to be a challenge. He slides his free hand up my side under my shirt, goosebumps erupting beneath his fingertips, only furthering my predicament. As much as I want him, is this really the best idea? For any of it to work, we should stick to the plan: I’m not me, and he’s not him. But I’m struggling to separate them.
As if reading my mind, he softly tells me, “You want to pretend the world around us doesn’t exist? You can pretend all you want, Livy. But I’m sure as fuck not going to. I’m with the one woman I’ve always wanted since the moment I saw her, so the only thing I’ll be pretending is that you’re mine after tonight.”
Isaac lifts the shirt above one of my breasts, then lowers his mouth to my embarrassingly hard nipple. If his tongue swirling around the peak wasn’t enough, his swoony declarations are only going to make it more painful for me to walk away from him after this. In about forty-eight hours, he’ll be back in Ottawa, and I’ll be on a plane home to Sacramento. I should stop this, should walk out of this room and never look back.
I can’t.
Every inch of me craves him. There is no vibrator or audio erotica that could rival what he does to me, and certainly my hand between my legs would never compare.
One night.
I can do this for one night.
In the morning, we’ll excuse it as two people who are lonely and horny, and it’ll all be fine. I can let myself indulge in a little casual sex… with my ex…. who I absolutely would want more with if things were different.
This is fine…
“Get out of your head, Livy,” he warns, peppering kisses down my stomach. “We both want what we can’t have. But for one night, I’m going to give you what you need.”
“A-and what’s that?”
“To let someone else be in charge. You’re used to leading, but you hate it. You’re going to let me decide how and when you’ll come tonight.” His eyes are dark as he pulls away, and it physically hurts to have him not touching me. “Make yourself comfortable. I’m going to take a quick shower.”
“Are you kidding me?” I groan, my head sinking deeper into the mattress.
Unbuttoning his shirt, he chuckles darkly. “Depends. Are you already wet for me?”
“Find out for yourself.” I’m unsure what game he’s playing, but there’s no harm in an innocent taunt.
He slides his shirt off, tossing it to the ground, all the while he keeps his eyes fixed on me. “Let’s try that again, shall we? I asked if you’re already wet—preferably soaked. Are you?”
The words tumble from me without a second thought. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good girl.” My favorite dimple pops on his left cheek, but only for a moment. “Show me.”
