I feel the sting of his palm on my ass again and the pleasure that quickly follows it. His cock plops out of my mouth.
“Harder,” I moan as he brings his hand down on me again, and again, while his tongue laps at my clit.
I can’t control the orgasm that tears through me. I scream out his name as I collapse over him. A few seconds later, his tongue still licking me, I remember his cock is right in front of my face and I return my focus to pleasuring him.
Chapter Twelve
The ringing wakes me. Slapping out a hand, I reach for my phone. But when I pick it up and squint an eye open, I realize it’s notmyphone that’s ringing. A mass of dark brown hair covers my chest. Molly.
“Molly, your phone’s ringing,” I say softly, trying to wake her.
She mumbles something incoherent and tightens her hold on me. I reach over and pick up her phone, seeing the nameDadflash on the screen.
“Molly, it’s your dad,” I say, brushing the hair out of her face.
She looks up at me. “Ignore it,” she groans.
“You can’t ignore it. It’s your dad.”
She takes the phone from me, presses the silence button, and throws the device down on the mattress. “See? Easy. Ignore it.”
“Molly, you can’t ignore your dad,” I tell her.
“I just did,” she mumbles.
When her phone vibrates next to me again, I’m tempted to answer it myself. I would never ignore a call from my father. I can’t believe she’s just going to go back to sleep. “Why are you ignoring your father? He’s calling again.”
“Argh, god, you’re annoying when you’re not giving me orgasms, you know that?” She scowls at me and picks up the phone, swiping the screen to answer the call. “Daddy, it’s early,” she says in a much sweeter tone than I’ve ever heard her use on me.
And my cock fucking twitches at the wordDaddy. That’s not something I’m going to read into. Although Molly doesn’t miss it. Her eyes travel down to where the blanket covers my waist and a little smirk crosses her lips. Her eyes light up.
“Uh-huh,” she says. “Daddy, I…” She looks right at me, and my cock twitches again. “I’m sorry. I can’t come home this weekend.” She listens again, and something on her face changes. “She’s not going to really know if I’m there or not, so I don’t see why it matters.”
I have no idea what her father is saying to her but I don’t like her expression one bit.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Molly jumps out of bed, her bare ass walking over to the closet, and then she’s pulling out clothes. “What are the doctors saying?” She nods and sighs. “Okay, I’mcoming today. I’ll let you know when I land.” She pauses. “I love you too.” The phone bounces onto the bed as she starts digging more clothes out of her closet.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, climbing out of bed and getting dressed.
“Nothing,” she says before yelling out, “Siri, call Angus.”
“Calling Angus,” her phone repeats. I continue to stare at her as she’s rushing around the small room.
“Mol?” A male voice comes over the phone. Why the fuck does she have a male assistant anyway?
“I need to go home. I need you to stay here and make sure the team is doing what they need to be doing.” Her eyes fall to me. “And if that Giuliani prick gives you any trouble, trample him.” She smiles at me.
“Oh, he’s a prick now, because just yesterday you were saying how you couldn’t resist his cock.” Angus laughs down the line.
“I like him,” I say out loud, knowing he’ll hear me.
“Molly, is he there?” Angus asks.
“It doesn’t matter. Having a good dick doesn’t give you concessions when it comes to business, Angus. You, of all people, should know that. Can you book me the first flight out?”
“You don’t need to book a flight. I can take you home,” I tell her, and she stops.
A cough comes over the line. “Uh, Molly, what do you want me to do?”
