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I knewI was supposed to be here at six, and I don’t know why I made sure I was late to get here. Maybe I was pushing his buttons on purpose or just a coward.
I didn’t expect him to call the business line and ask for me since he didn’t have my number and I didn’t have his. After I got away from Cat and Evie who kept asking me who Mr. Blake was and what was going on. The whole time I was dodging their questions, Gabby was giving me a knowing look and a goofy grin as I shoved some clothes into my duffle and slipped into my tennis shoes.
My stomach was in knots knowing I was late, but my thoughts got in the way. I was worried that he would rethink everything he said and did over the past two days and decide I wasn’t worth the trouble—that I was too young and innocent for him.
He said he wanted to breed me. My God, even the thought of those words made my ovaries ache with need. I wanted it so bad, but I didn’t want him to have any regrets choosing me. He could have any woman he wanted, why the hell would he choose the eighteen year old maid that broke the rules and was taking advantage of his family’s absence by swimming in their pool without permission? Not to mention the “Daddy” thing. I loved calling him that. It made my stomach flutter and dance every time I said it, and the desire that flashed in his eyes when I called him “daddy” heated me down to my very core.
When he pulled my hoodie over my head, his eyes had eaten me up. The cool air from the house and the feel of his gaze sweeping over my body had my nipples hard as pebbles. I was hot and cold at the same time. My bikini bottoms were already wet without me stepping foot into the pool.
When he kissed me, his palm ground into my nipple as his tongue swept into my mouth tasting and seeking out my tongue in a sensual kiss. I was done. I felt like puddy in his hands ready for him to do what he wanted and as he pleased. My pussy clenched down begging and aching to be filled by him.
He pulled away from the kiss and I had the overwhelming urge to stomp my foot and demand him come back to me, but I knew it would do no good. This night was just beginning and if he lived up to what he said on the phone I was in for it.
“Come on, Sprite.” He took my hand and pulled me behind into the kitchen before bracketing my hips and lifting me effortlessly onto the kitchen island. “Let’s eat.”
“You need help?” I asked.
“Nope, just the pleasure of your company.” He sent me a playful wink. “I didn’t know what you would want, so I kinda went a little overboard.”
I laughed when he pulled two big bags from the other counter and put them in front of me.
“I love food. Can’t you tell?” I gave a self deprecating laugh and looked down at the soft flesh on my belly. I had been trying to lose those inches for months, but they just didn’t seem to be going anywhere. I liked my butt, but with big butts come curvey hips. Nobody would ever call me skinny.
“Hey,” he crooked a finger under my chin and pulled my gaze up to his. “Don’t ever let me hear you say anything negative about yourself again. You’re perfect the way you are. Every fucking inch of you is a masterpiece. I got hard just watching you walk towards me from your car.”
“You’ve been hard since I met you.” I teased.
“Damn right I have, so no talking bad about yourself period. Next time it’s a spanking worthy offense.”
“Spanking?” I swallowed hard, “I thought you were joking.”
He leaned down until his lips were just an inch away from mine, “A daddy never jokes about spankings, Little Sprite,” he said before giving me a hard, quick peck on my shocked lips.
Why was I so turned on by the thought of him spanking me? I shifted slightly as he started to unload the folded cartons of food. He wasn’t joking when he said he went overboard.
“What do you like?” he asked waiting for me to pick one of the dishes.
“A little bit of everything.”
“A woman after my own heart. You want to dig in or do you want a plate?”
“This is fine. I mean, you’ve had your tongue down my throat, so I don’t think we need to get fancy here when it’s just us.” I picked up an egg roll from the carton and took a bite of the fried goodness. Even cold it still tasted amazing.
“I’ve had my tongue more places than just down your throat, Little Sprite. Have you forgotten already or do you need a reminder?”
His words shocked me and the egg roll went down the wrong pipe causing me to cough and sputter. Oliver went to the fridge quickly and pulled out a bottle of water. He brought it back to me and helped me get some down. It took a minute of coughing and taking sips of water for me to catch my breath and to dislodge the bite of eggroll from my throat.
I greedily guzzled the rest of the water bottle. “You’re trying to kill me.” I joked. “First startling me and making me fall into the deepend of the pool. Now, choking me on an egg roll?” I chuckled and cleared my throat.
He leaned in close, “Later I’m going to make you choke on something else, but you’ll love every inch of it.”
I could feel my face flush to my roots. It didnt’ matter that I was darker complected. When you blush that hard, it shows, and I was blushing from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes and every inch in between.
“I walked right into that one.” I tried to casually brush it off.
“You did.” He grinned and clasped my hand bringing the egg roll I was holding up to his mouth and taking a bite. His lips brushed against my fingers,‘You may as well have just kissed my clit.’
His eyes heated, “Eat up Little Sprite. We’ve got all night for that.”
