“Good boy.”
A full body shiver tore through him, pulling a small, helpless sound from his throat. His back arched without thinking, pressing into me,chasing me,one foot sliding up and hooking around my ankle to keep himself close.
A laugh rumbled in my throat. “You want in my arms, Rabbit?”
His nod came fast, so fierce he nearly knocked his head off the shelves behind him. “Please.”
“Yeah,” I murmured, mouth brushing his jaw as I spoke. “I know you do, baby.”
My other arm came around him then, pulling him off the shelves. The shift dragged his body flush against mine, his foot still hooked around my ankle, while the rest of him climbed my body, tearing at me until his legs were locked around my waist and his face was in my throat.
“Needy,” I said under my breath, but it wasn’t a reprimand.
Fuck no.
I liked him needy.
Another one of those sounds slipped out of him, and I lifted him a fraction higher. “Ask properly.”
“More kisses, please, Daddy.”
Everything in me went still.
The kind ofstillthat locked down before something broke loose.
Satisfaction made my toes curl, the lust inside me roaring to life. I tugged at the stands of his hair, and his head fell back into my palm. I cradled it softly, staring down into his half-lidded eyes.
“Don’t say that and expect me to go easy on you.”
His legs tightened around my waist in response.
“Say it again.”
I heard him swallow and pulled back just enough to watch his throat move.
“Daddy,” he repeated, softer this time.Needier.
Fuck.
My head dropped forward, forehead knocking into his.
“Jesus Christ, Rabbit.”
Blood rushed behind my ears when he let out a grunt and pushed his hips into mine. I wedged my hand between us, fingers working the button on his slacks.
“Tell me yes, baby.”
“Fuck yes.”
Possession consumed me.
Pivoting, I carried him toward the table. One arm around his neck, I kept him locked against my chest while the other swept out across the surface.
Books went first.
The laptop followed—pushed just far enough to land safely out of the way, screen snapping shut with a dull clap.
I sucked at his earlobe, grinning at the little sounds that echoed in his throat before dropping him on the table with a heavy thud. Air punched out of him in a sharp rush as I followed, closing the distance before it could register.
