She studies me for a second, the logic settling in despite the disappointment in her eyes. “So you want me to just…go to work like nothing’s happening?”
“I’ll be there,” I say immediately. “Watching. No one gets near you without me seeing it.”
That seems to ease something in her, though not completely. “You promise?”
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
She holds my gaze for a second longer, then nods slowly. “Okay.”
Relief settles in, quiet but present. But it doesn’t last long. Because she shifts slightly beneath me, her expression changing again, something softer, more playful slipping in. “But that doesn’t mean we have to stop right now.”
My jaw tightens slightly. “Nora…”
Her fingers trace lightly along my arm, her gaze steady, curious, but a little shy. “You’re the one who woke me up like that.”
I exhale slowly, my control slipping again despite everything I just told myself. She tilts her head slightly, watching me. Then she leans in just enough for her lips to brush mine again. “Don’t overthink it,” she murmurs softly.
That’s the problem. I’m not overthinking. I’m not thinking at all. And that’s worse.
Her lips brush mine again, softer this time, but deliberate. My hand tightens slightly at her waist, my control slipping in quiet, dangerous increments.
“Nora…” I try again, but it comes out rougher than intended, more warning than resistance.
She doesn’t stop. If anything, she leans in more, her breath warm against my lips. It’s as if my warning makes her bolder.
Her fingers slide up into my hair. “You keep saying my name like that,” she murmurs, her voice soft but steady, “and then expecting me to just go to work.”
I let out a low breath, my forehead resting briefly against hers as I try to corral my traitorous body. “You’re not making this easy.”
“I’m not trying to,” she replies. “I need you,Daddy,” she says in a voice raw with desire.
My grip shifts. I pull her closer without thinking. Whatever line I was holding onto snaps. I crush my lips to hers, hard, almost bruising. I slide my tongue against hers, slow and deliberate, even as the rest of me comes undone.
It feels like I’m trying to memorize the way she feels. The way she responds. The way her breath catches when I shift just slightly closer. I swallow her quiet moans. And my cock hardens as she clings just a little tighter.
My hands slide down to her breasts. I caress each one, flicking and rolling her nipples. Her answering moans stoke my need. I break the kiss and trail soft kisses down her chin to her neck.
I gently nip the sensitive spot on her neck and then suck, eliciting a small moan of pleasure. At the same time, I slide my fingers to her core, stroking her swollen clit. Her whimper washes over me, and I slowly slide two fingers into her.
“You like that, sweetheart,” I say, my voice guttural with need.
“Y-yes, Daddy,” she answers, whimpering softly.
My cock grows harder, the ache in me winding tighter.
I stroke her tight and slippery sex faster, flicking her swollen nub with the pad of my thumb. I raise my head to look at her beautiful face.
“Look at me,” I growl.
She complies, and my chest seizes at the dazed pleasure softening her soft blue eyes. Her lips part, slack and pouting, as the sensation takes her over.
This is an image I’ll never forget. It’s forever imprinted. Her strawberry blond hair spread like a cascade. Her full lips. Her exquisite features and porcelain skin dotted with tiny freckles that beg to be kissed. And her sounds of pleasure.
Every moan, whimper, andsigh thrills me. Suddenly, she stiffens, then convulses as she comes.
“Daddy!” she shouts as she shudders through her release.
Aftershocks rack her body as I slowly withdraw my fingers. For a while, we stare at each other, chest heaving.Mine.
