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“Thanks, Daddy,” she said, giving him a kiss. Around their friends, in the club or at the Majestic, she liked calling him ‘Daddy.’ It felt right, and she knew it pleased him.
“You two are just too cute for words,” said Scarlett Champagne.
“But you have to admit, she is the jewel in the Majestic’s crown.”
“Yes, she is.”
Scarlett left them.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You seem worried.”
He thought about sharing that he wasn’t at all sure about this evening’s performance and decided she didn’t need to hear it. Tonight was important to her, and the Majestic had made a big deal out of her return to the stage.
“It’s nothing, I promise.” He leaned in close. “I’m going to have so much fun unwrapping my baby girl tonight.”
“Say the word, and we’ll skip the performance and go home. Get a driver, and I’ll let you have a sneak peek in the back of the car.”
He’d quickly discovered that Alicia’s libido matched his own. Not only was she always willing, but she often initiated scenes, asking for what she wanted. For a woman who had avoided Club Southside like the plague, she had embraced the lifestyle and had proven to be something of an exhibitionist.
Brock had been by her side from the moment she left Cerberus and headed for the Majestic. They hadn’t heard of any sightings of Ewan Rennault but considering the insurance company had filed charges and Damon had arranged for the exhumation of the body of Rosemary Reynolds’s great-niece, he would be better off finding a country with no extradition treaty with the United States.
Earlier in the week, she begged off going for a drink with the rest of the crew in favor of decorating her new office. Once he was sure everyone was gone for the evening, Brock locked down the elevator on the third floor and entered her office, closing the door behind him.
“I thought you were going out with the boys,” she said.
“Now why would any Daddy worth his salt want to go out with the boys when he has his own baby girl who needs to christen her new desk?”
Alicia was quick to arouse, and she’d caught his meaning immediately, her pupils dilating with need. Her teeth caught her bottom lip, and she chewed on it nervously, her breathing becoming thready and shallow.
“Turn around, baby girl. Hike your skirt up and bend over your new desk. Show Daddy his nice, wet pussy. And it is wet for Daddy, isn’t it?” he commanded in a tone of voice he knew turned her on.
He caressed her naked ass, running his hands down over her hips and then bringing one hand up between her legs to play with her pussy and the copious amounts of honey she always produced. He parted her labia, and she felt him jerk open the buttons of his jeans.
“You’re awfully wet, baby girl. Do you want Daddy to lick that all up and take you home, or would you rather take his cock here?”
He knew the answer to that question.
“I want Daddy’s cock. I’ve wanted Daddy’s cock all day.”
“You didn’t touch yourself, did you?”
“No, Daddy. You told me I wasn’t allowed. Only Daddy can touch my princess parts.”
His fingers circled her clit, teasing and taunting but not giving her enough to truly climax.
“That’s right, only Daddy can touch you. Only Daddy gives you pleasure. Only Daddy makes you come. Do you want Daddy to fuck you?”
“Yes, Daddy, please. Please fuck your baby girl. She needs you so bad.”
Brock chuckled, grabbed her hips and shoved his engorged cock all the way in until he was balls deep, rocking her up onto her toes. She held onto the edge of the desk while he fucked her hard, grunting and groaning as he did so, pounding into her until he drove her over the edge into a climax that made her cry out his name.
He didn’t have to always be gentle or careful with her. Sometimes they both needed the raw, primal connection that existed between them. He drove in and pulled back, holding her where he wanted her so the only effort that did any good was when she clamped down on him as he rode her.
Brock didn’t just fuck her, he possessed her—skin against skin, the slapping of flesh against flesh as he pounded into her. He fucked her until she’d come a second time, finally thrusting hard and deep, grinding against her as she came a third time and he let loose his control and emptied himself into her.
She’d turned around, dropped to her knees and sucked him clean before putting his cock back into his jeans and straightening her own clothes.
He shook his head, clearing it of the reverie. He needed to make sure she was safe.
