Page 135 of The Daddy’s Girl

“Yes, ma’am,” Geo replies. As he moves to climb out from the booth, he pauses and turns back toward me. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think you’re strange at all. I think you’re brave, and I think you two must be the real fucking thing if you can have fun like this.”

“We are the real fucking thing,” I reply, smiling at Matis across the table.

Geo slides out of the booth and walks over to Matis’s side. They smile at each other as Geo sits down, placing his drink on the table. Then he leans toward Matis to tell him something in his ear. As Geo speaks, Matis’s eyes are on me, watching me as he hears what I’ve sent his friend over to do.

Instead of dread or worry, he wears an expression of mischief and intrigue.

Leaning forward so my elbows are resting on the table, I watch them. But it’s about more than what they are doing. It’s about how I feel about it. Like an invasive study, I’m checking my own reaction as Matis turns his head toward his friend. Then slowly…their mouths come together in a heated kiss.

My lips part on a small gasp as I watch them. What courses through my mind next surprises me. It’s excitement, heavily flavored arousal, and a whiff of envy. But more than any of those things is pure, intoxicating adoration.

That man, my man, is doing this for me. He has made himself clear that the sexual appetite he’s had for his entire adult life has been quenched by me, and yet he has brought me into his world, opened my eyes to how liberating all this could be.

It’s not about possession and loyalty. It’s about trust and understanding.

Their kiss slowly comes to an end, and my pulse is still thumping quickly through my veins. I want more. I need more.

My eyes connect with Matis as he waits for me to make a call. Leaning forward, I slowly mouth the word, “More.”

He shoots me a lopsided grin as he nods. “More.”

Then, with his eyes still on me, he unzips his pants and adjusts himself until I know beneath the table his cock is out and in his hand. Without tearing his gaze away, he slowly guides Geo’s head toward it.

I’m frozen, waiting for some awful feeling to surge through me. Something strong enough to have me marching over there and screaming at him to stop, but nothing comes.

Instead, I watch as someone else, someone we both know and trust, worships a cock and a man that belongs to me. I’m drunk on this feeling of power as I watch them across the large booth.

Matis tries to fight the expression of pleasure, maybe for my own benefit, and it makes me bite my lip to stifle my smile. But eventually he can’t resist, and his eyes begin to roll back.

I cover my lips because this grin feels downright embarrassing.

What’s truly surprising in this moment is that I don’t feel like I’m behind a wall or curtain at all. If anything, it makes me feel closer to him.

He is mine. He will always be mine. What we have is beyond jealousy or thinly veiled possession. It’s eternal and all-consuming.

When Matis lets out a moan I can hear from here, I feel unable to stay this far away. Following my own intuition and letting my instincts take control, I slowly climb onto the large marble table.

I’m no longer wearing my mask, and honestly…I don’t care if anyone sees me. I’m tired of feeling ashamed. I’m tired of hiding.

Like I told Matis that day, I am a woman with needs and desires like everyone else, and I will not be ashamed of that anymore.

On all fours, I stare directly into his eyes as I slowly crawl toward him, watching the pleasure on his face radiate through his half-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. When I reach the other side, I’m not concerned with the bobbing head in Matis’s lap. I am enthralled only by the look on his face.

“Hello, Trouble,” he says with a grunt.

Taking his face in my hands, I kiss him fiercely. Not only because I am wildly aroused and ready for him to fuck me like mad right here on this table but because my love for him has reached a new level.

I hardly notice when Geo’s head pops up from Matis’s lap. I only see him out of the corner of my eye as he wipes at his lower lip. Matis’s mouth ravenously kisses the side of my face as I turn toward Geo.

“Thank you.”

He winks at me, and honestly it should be weird, but it’s not. He’s just as experienced in these things as Matis, so instead of letting things get awkward, he only leans in and says, “That man is in love with a capital L.”

Warmth floods my belly. “I know.”

Rule #38: Let honesty behind the wheel.

Matis