“Are you done?” He shook his head.
I held my thumb and forefinger close together to let him know I had a few giggles left in the tank.
“Happy I learned something about your little tonight.” He took a sip from my water bottle.
I sat up and motioned with my finger. “Gimme.” I took a big gulp. My heart beat returned to a normal rhythm, the world was no longer fuzzy, and I could hear him loud and clear. “What did you learn about my little?”
“Little Kylie is silly.” He chuckled and leaned over, and kissed the side of my face.
The entire world stopped, but not in a panic attack kind of way. In a way that made me wish he’d kiss me again.
I turned and tilted my head up. He turned and stared into my eyes. I leaned forward; he did the same. My gaze dropped to his lips. I licked mine. I wanted to feel them on me.
His eyes followed mine.
Please, oh please, oh please kiss me.
The universe must have heard me. The next second his lips landed on me. A small peck at first, and then he pulled back a little, his eyes staring at my mouth. He licked his lips as if tasting them or checking to see if they were still there. Then he leaned in again, and they stayed. No pulling back. I dropped the water bottle, but thankfully Patrick can multitask because he caught it with one hand and placed it on the table behind him, while pulling me into his arms with the other. I wrapped my arms around his neck and went where he took me. His lips explored mine. The flavor of scotch and something sweet lingered on his tongue as he pressed it into my mouth, massaging my own. He guided me over his lap, straddling him. He took my head in hishands and tilted me to deepen the kiss, leaving no space between us. I couldn’t get close enough.
His touch felt like a dominance I’d never experienced, and I wanted more. I was in little space before it started, but as it continued, my little had not so little thoughts running through her brain. He pulled back, and I whimpered embarrassingly, but I had no shame. I was desperate for his lips to return to mine.
“Hey, little girl.” He searched my face. “I want nothing more than to continue kissing you until my lips fall off, but we have some unfinished business to take care of first.”
I pouted and dropped my arms to my sides.
He leaned in and bit my bottom lip. My mouth spread into a grin.
“All pouts will be kissed away immediately.”
“Then I just might pout all the time.” I tried, but a smile kept creeping onto my lips. I couldn’t control it.
“Good luck with that, little girl.” He kissed me again. He gently caressed my cheek, then squeezed my hip with a firm dominance that sent a shiver through me. The kiss stopped abruptly.
Patrick lifted me and set me back on my feet.
“Stop distracting me, little one.” He kissed my cheek. I wrapped my arms around his neck, but he pulled them back, grabbed my hands, kissed both and held them firmly in his powerful hands. “Now, your choices. You can —”
“Spanking, please.”
“What if that wasn’t one of the choices?” He grinned.
“It wasn’t?” My heart sank. I wanted a spanking so bad. My bottom tingled thinking about it. And what kind of daddy didn’t give spankings as punishment?
“Okay, it is, but don’t you want to hear the other choices?”
“No, thank you, sir.” I gave him the widest toothy smile.
He chuckled. “You are going to be a handful, aren’t you, Kylie?” His lips brushed against mine, too brief for my liking.
“Just remember.” He pressed his forehead to mine. “No matter how cute you are, I’m taking this punishment seriously, and I hope you are, too.”
“I am.” I closed my eyes and breathed him in. The scotch on his breath lingered in his exhale and made my head swim.
“But I will give you a choice about something.” He lifted his head. “We will discuss how we move forward after.”
“With Grant Enterprises?” If there were a hint of hope that I could hold on to my job despite what happened, I would cling to it.
“And with us.”
