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Nope, we’re just two people who need to fuck.
But tonight, I’ll be her daddy and she’ll be my princess.
I spend a few minutes exploring the parts of her I hadn’t taken enough time with earlier—the hollow of her collarbone, the swell of her breasts, the nipples I tortured earlier. I take my time, pursuing, punishing and soothing her body, and when she’s finally wiggling in frustration beneath me, I roll the condom on and slide inside her.
And fuck if she doesn’t feel like home.
She feels like home? What the hell does that even mean? I ask myself when Elle hijacks my thoughts for the billionth time. Not that my mind is particularly stimulated at the moment as I sit through another boring lunch with my parents kissing some senator’s ass.
“So what do you think, Danon?”
I blink at my mother; her cheeks are rosy from one too many glasses of wine. “Hm?”
“The Share the Earth Charity Gala on Saturday.”
“What about it?”
“It’s a masquerade gala.”
“Oh?” My mother’s brows tighten with a look that my younger self might find terrifying and I decide to smooth things over so I don’t need to listen to another lecture later. “Interesting. Is there a theme?”
“Animals, of course. They sent everyone their masks. Ours arrived this morning. Your father’s is a lion. Mine’s an elephant.” She smirks. “The matriarch. You got a black panther.”
“You sure it wasn’t a black sheep?” I murmur before asking more clearly, “Are the masks a requirement?” I rub my beard just to annoy her.
“Danon! That… thing is coming off.”
“Leave him alone, Bente,” my father scolds. “Us men aren’t the least bit interested in these things, right, Peter? We care about the food, the cigars, and the conversation.”
“And don’t forget the dancing with pretty ladies, Henrik,” the senator adds, eyeing my mother. I have to fight to keep from rolling my eyes. “You will save me a dance, Bente, won’t you?”
My mother waves off his flirty ask, and he turns back to my father. “But it might not be just men that hate formalities these days, my daughter hasn’t any interest either. I’ve been nagging her to come for months.”
“Oh, yes, your daughter. How is Cindi?”
“Still ruling the world of fashion footwear…”
I rise, excusing myself. “I need some air.” Ignoring my mother’s murmur that I seem to need a lot of extra oxygen these days, I head to the terrace, dialing Elle’s number on my way.
“Hey, Elle. How are you?”
“Hey?” Her greeting is elongated and ripe with suspicion. “I’m fine.”
And she probably should be suspicious because Prince Not-So-Charming would never be calling her to ask how she was, right?
“I was bored.” A rare smile spreads on my face because, although true, I’d still be thinking about her, and her sexy confidence, even if I were in the last game of the playoffs. “And thinking of last night to amuse myself.”
“Well, I wasn’t expecting a call from Daddy Not-So-Charming, to be honest.”
I hear the smile in her voice and it makes my own grin widen. I probably look like a fool. “Let’s get together again. Tonight?”
“Are you asking or demanding?”
I chuckle. “Let’s just say I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Her little moan through the phone instantly hardens my dick, but it’s been in a perpetual semi-hard state since she left. “I plan on getting plenty more of those out of you tonight.”
“Oh really? Well then, count me in.”
