Page 18 of Working For Her Attention

“Daddy,” my voice rumbled so deeply I hardly recognize it. “Daddy’s not going anywhere, Avery,” I vowed, and she swallowed.

I waited for her to be horrified at my words, at what I was calling myself. To laugh and joke it off. But she didn’t and then only made me want her more when her blue eyes shined with curiosity.

“Umm, is this…” She squirmed on my lap. “Is this daddy thing something you…”

“Do?” I guessed, and she nodded. “Yes and no. I’ve always known there was this side to me, but there is something about you, sweetheart, that brings it out full throttle,” I admitted.

“Really?”

“You make me want to shield you from the world, protect and cherish you and do incredibly filthy things to your delectable body.” I probably overshared as I ran my nose along hers, but by the shaky exhaled breath that tickled my lips, I had a feeling she didn’t mind. “Now, are you going to be a good girl for me, baby?”

“Why is that so hot?” she asked. My lips twitched upward. I felt like a caged animal about to pounce.

“Because it’s us.”

“You don’t think I’m sick?”

“God, no.”

“A weirdo?”

“If you are, I want to be a weirdo with you.” I winked, and when she fell into a fit of giggles, sitting on my lap, the undeniable heat of her sex against mine only fueled the incessant need that flew through me. “Avery. Baby girl, we should⁠—“

“Kiss me… Daddy. Please?”

“Fuck,” I cursed.

An animalistic growl escaped from deep inside. There was no overthinking or writing a goddamn pro or cons list. It was action and passion and the certainty that whatever we’d been through in our pasts, good or bad, it all led us to exactly where we were supposed to be.

I held her face in my hands with a gentle yet firm grip. She looked up at me with those blue eyes of hers that made me want to claim and own her, ruin her for anyone else all while I protected her for the rest of my life.

“Please kiss me, Daddy.”

“Little girl.” My rough voice sounded almost tortured. “If I kiss you, that’s it,” I warned. Her lips parted, and I could see the questions bubbling to the surface.

“You mean… sex?” I chuckled at her sweetly innocent question.

“Sex, sure. But you and me, Avery, I kiss you, that’s it for me. You’re mine and I’m yours.” My voice sounded scratchy in my ears, skin pulled too damn tightly over my body as the tips of my fingers on my free hand stroked the back of her bare arms.

I loved the way her body reacted to my touch, the goose bumps that flared to life.

“Sam—" Her breath hitched in her throat with a sexy little moan.

“You ask daddy to kiss you, you’re stuck with me, princess.”

“Stuck,” she repeated, and I was enraptured with the way her little dimple popped out and made an appearance. “I like the sound of that, Daddy,” she breathed. My cock leaked against the cotton of my boxer briefs.

“Baby,” I tried to warn her. We might not know everything there was to know about one another, but I had a feeling the smile she gifted me was one I’d be chasing after for the rest of my days from here on forward. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” she whispered, squirming slightly on my lap. “Please kiss me, Daddy.”

Any sense of reason went out the window as my lips touched hers for the first time. Immediately, everything faded from my mind, leaving nothing but Avery and her sweet curves to focus on.

The kiss started sweet and slow.

Explorative in a tentative way.

Zings of electricity shot through every nerve ending only to leave me wanting more. Solidifying just how much she belonged to me. I wasn’t sure how long it was, could have been minutes, hours, seconds, before the kiss ignited, turning hot and heavy. Tongues lashed, and she submitted to mine as I plundered her mouth like I wanted my cock to do to her body.