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Her eyebrows shot up. “Whoa.”
“Yeah. You’re telling me.” He ran a hand through his hair, feeling more than a little exposed. “You turn dials in me I didn’t even know I had. I don’t have a thing for high school girls in real life. I know I’m not a creep. But you’re so good at being an eager student, and it’s…inspiring all kinds of fantasies. You melt my brain, Shaq.”
She groaned and put her hands over her face.
“What?” he asked warily. “You’re completely horrified and want to dump me immediately?”
“No,” she said from behind her hands. “I’m groaning because that praise thing must be especially potent for me, because right now, even though it seems completely bizarre in theory”—she dropped her hands to her lap with a huff—“I just want to call you daddy to see what it does to you.”
His body zipped with electricity.Fucking hell.“I swear to God, O’Neal. Don’t draw weapons because I will draw mine.”
She bit her lip, wicked glee in her eyes. He remembered this O’Neal look. When they were young, it was the look that meant he was about to be dunked in the pool or have his ice cream cone stolen. “I’ve never met my dad, so you know I have no sentimental ties to that word. It’s no big thing.”
“It was just a sex dream I was sharing with you,” he said, trying to sound calm and in control even though every cell in his body seemed to be vibrating. “I wasn’t making a request.”
She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “Sure thing, daddy. I’ll be good and won’t say another word about it.”
Auden closed his eyes as the tabooness of the word raced like wildfire down his skin. His cock flexed against his shorts. He didn’t feel likedaddywas the right fit for them, but the fact that she was willing to say it just to play with the fantasy was like sugar on his tongue. It showed she felt safe with him to try things, that this private space between the three of them could be free of judgment. But more than that, it madehimfeel safe. O’Neal wasn’t scared of his dark hallways.
But that didn’t mean he was going to let her get away with manipulating him that easily. He could play this game too.
He reached out and cupped the side of her head, giving her his best adoring look, which wasn’t a stretch because dammit, he did fucking adore her. “My little overachiever. Always going for the extra credit. You know you can make me hard just being near me.” He mapped her cheekbone with the pad of his thumb. “You should see how irresistible you look right now. Rumpled and well-fucked but still wanting more. Your nipples already hard and begging for my attention.” He let his gaze trace over her, slow and lewd. “I bet those panties are getting damp again because you just love taking whatever I want to give you. My fingers, my tongue, my cock. My best friend.”
She closed her eyes, a quiver going through her. “You’re playing dirty.”
He smiled, loving that he could do this to her. “So are you.” He brushed his mouth behind her ear, kissing her there. “I bet you’d do whatever I asked you to because you’re such a good girl.” His hand slid down to cup her between her legs. “Mygood girl.”
She whimpered and arched against his palm. “Damn you.”
He chuckled darkly and rocked the heel of his palm against her panties. “I love this about you, freshman. You’re so hungry all the time. I should feel bad you haven’t had anyone but yourself to take care of that ache for you, but man, I really don’t.” He pushed the fabric aside, and all his blood rushed downward when he found her slick and burning hot. “We’re going to take good care of you. Make up for lost time.”
“Yes,” she said, breathless now.
“Anytime. You have a thought, a fantasy, an urge. I don’t care what time of day or night. You need to be touched, you have us,” he said, his voice going gritty as he dipped two fingers inside her, and she clamped around him. “You don’t have to take care of it alone anymore. All you’ve got to do is be our good girl and ask nicely, understand?”
Her head dipped down, pressing into his shoulder as she rocked against his hand. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” he asked hoarsely. “Call me what feels right. Whatever you want.”
“Yes…sir.”
Sir.That did it. She’d dug into her research tonight. No way she’d chosen that term out of the ether. But knowing that she’d picked that name instead of him assigning it, knowing that it was what felt right to her, made it into the most erotic word he’d ever heard.
“Good girl,” he whispered, the words catching in his throat.
He slipped his hand from between her legs, and she made a sound of protest.
“Don’t worry. I’m going to take good care of you, love.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and reached for the drawer in the side table. “Take off everything and kneel on the couch, legs spread.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, like it was automatic, natural. Then she did as she was told, tossing his T-shirt and her panties aside and looking like a goddess in the moonlight with her perfect breasts and her wet pussy.
He yanked his shorts off and got a condom on in record time. He stretched out on the couch and then patted his thigh. “On my lap, freshman. Take me. Slowly. So I can watch.”
Her eyes were open now, but the haze of arousal was there, no shame, no reluctance. She straddled his lap and then took his cock in her hand. The feel of her grip almost did him in, but then she guided him inside her. He watched with rapt attention as every inch of himself disappeared into the sweet, hot clutch of her body. He shuddered hard and reached for her hips, holding her there, drowning in the sensation of it all.
“Touch yourself,” he said softly. “Use me how you need.”
She dragged her teeth over her bottom lip and looked down at where they were joined, but just when he thought she might get self-conscious and back out, she drew her hand down her belly and slid two fingers along the sides of her swollen clit.
