Page 115 of The Daddy’s Girl

“I don’t have to take it.”

“You should,” I reply. “You want to run a club again. I know you do.”

“There are other people to run it. Someone else can go. I’m staying.”

On my next breath, my lip trembles and the tears that have been stinging my eyes finally spill over. He kisses each of them gently.

“Don’t give up on your life because of me,” I mumble against his lips.

Then his hands on my hips tighten, and he runs his thumb over my belly, reminding me of what we discussed last night. “I’m not.”

With a yelping sob, I practically leap into his arms. He holds me tightly against his body as his mouth ravishes mine. He’s rutting his cock against my core, but I need him too much in this moment to care about condoms or risks.

So I lift my leg and cant my hips, eagerly trying to find his cock.

While looking into my eyes, he silently slips inside me, and we both breathe a loud sigh of relief.

He fucks me fast, our bodies slick in the shower. And just as he reaches his climax, we stare at each other for a long time, both of us wondering when he’ll pull out.

Part of me wishes he wouldn’t. And I know it’s far too soon to be wanting anything like that. The fantasies we have could be years down the road, but I still dream of the day when we can have that. When he can fill me up, when those consequences would be welcomed instead of feared.

He pulls out in a rush, and we both stare down as he strokes himself through his release, watching the seed disappear down the drain.

Rule #32: The more they trust you, the worse it feels when you lie to them.

Matis

Ididn’t think this through. I’m sequestered in Amelia’s room in broad daylight, which means I can’t climb down from the window the way I came in. And her parents are home so I can’t walk out the front door either.

After she and I get out of the shower, I notice her mood has changed. She’s overthinking the news Daisy brought. I can practically read her mind. She thinks I should take the job in London, leaving her here without me.

My heart is telling me I would never do that.

My mind is telling me to at least consider it.

But to Amelia, she’s afraid that I’m sacrificing too much. If only she could understand…with her, nothing is a sacrifice.

After drying off, we return to her bedroom, where I find my phone vibrating with an incoming call. In nothing but my underwear, I pick it up and see Ronan’s name on the screen.

When I wince, she glances at it and her face falls.

“He’s going to ask you to meet with him today,” she mumbles quietly.

“It doesn’t matter,” I whisper.

“Yes, it does, Matis.”

Tossing my phone on the bed unanswered, I pull her into my arms. “If you don’t love me and never want to see me again, I’ll take the job. But that is the only condition under which I would say yes, understand me?”

My forehead presses against hers as her eyes close. “Matis. You don’t mean that. You’re just being romantic. But I know you…and you would love to have a new club.”

“Is that the case or not, mon trésor?”

She opens her big blue eyes and stares up at me innocently. “You’re not playing fair.”

“Is it?” I persist.

With a roll of her eyes, she falls deeper into my arms. “Of course it’s not. Promise me you’ll at least think about it.”