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“Ohhh, it feels so good,” she moans, her eyes fluttering closed as she loses herself in what I’m doing to her.
“You know I really shouldn’t be doing this to you; I’m far too old for you, Daphne.” I pull her down onto my cock harder. “You shouldn’t want to fuck a man old enough to be your dad.” Her mouth falls open as she pushes against the edge of the table. She’s completely lost in her desire; lust has overtaken her. Any apprehension or nervousness about getting fucked in a public setting is gone. “You shouldn’t let me use you like this.”
I look up to see our waiter walking toward us. He makes direct eye contact with me as I have my hand around Daphne’s throat, her mouth hanging open, eyes closed as she moans. I shake my head at him slowly and he gets the message, turning around and walking the other way.
“Do you want to come?”
“Yes, please, I’m so close.”
“Did you ever start your birth control?”
“Yes but-but,” she says, struggling to form a sentence, “I forgot this morning.”
I squeeze her throat a little tighter, my balls tightening as I pump into her two more times. “Good.” I don’t mean to say it out loud, but I do, just as I finish inside her and she follows a second later.
I help her off my lap, tucking myself back into my pants before paying the bill and ushering her into the back of my car.
“Where are we going?”
“My place.”
“But Daisy? I don’t think—”
“Let me worry about that. You thought after watching what you did to me tonight I was going to be done with you?” I hit the button to lift the divider in the back of the car. “I’m just getting started with you.”
By the time we make it back to my place, Daisy is already asleep. My mother gives me a look as she steps into the elevator, the same look she gave me that night on my yacht.
“Don’t break her heart,” she says beneath her breath before the doors close. I walk back through the foyer to where Daphne’s standing, looking out the window.
“This view is insane.” She points to the city down below.
“Come here.” I take her hand, leading her through the penthouse, up the stairs to my bedroom. “I’ll give you a tour of the place tomorrow but for now, I need you all to myself.” I help her out of her dress before removing my suit. I walk her into the shower, taking my time to wash her body.
“I’m sorry.” Her words are soft as she trails her fingers over my chest where marks from her fingernails still remain.
“Don’t be. I like seeing them.” I hold her finger, tracing the marks before dragging them over to the marks on my sides. “Makes me want to mark you.” I lean forward, biting her breast softly at first, then harder till she gasps, her hands gripping my biceps.
“I don’t have anything to sleep in.”
“You don’t need it.” I pull the towel from her body that she wrapped herself in and kiss her, walking her backward to my bed. The same bed no other woman has been in besides Mira.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I kiss my way up her body. “Tell me no other man gets to touch you like this.” I bury my face in her neck, pulling her hands over her head to pin them to the pillow. “Tell me you want this too.”
I take my time exploring her body, kissing every single inch before I spend the next hour buried inside her. I go slow, searching her eyes to see if she feels what I feel. To see if she can feel what’s happening between us.
I’m terrified to say it, to tell her I’m falling in love with her. I use my body to convey what my mouth can’t. She has to know; she has to see that this isn’t just fucking, it’s making love.
17
DAPHNE
Weston’s breathing is deep and slow, his arm lying heavy on top of me as his body wraps around me.
I stare at the clock, trying to shut off my brain so I can fall asleep, but his words from earlier keep echoing through my head. Is this real or is this all part of his fantasy? He told me he was reminding me who I belonged to that night at the bar and tonight again he asked if I was his. Is that what he wants? Or is this part of the control, the idea of having me all to himself to play with and use?
I feel a knot form in my stomach. Tonight at the jazz club was exciting but I’m still confused on his comment about my birth control. Did I hear him correctly? Between the music and being completely lost in what he was doing to me, I’m sure I misunderstood.
The same feelings of guilt are threatening to bubble up. I know what I’m feeling for Weston and it’s not just a fantasy. It’s real and if I’m not careful, I risk losing much more than just my job; I risk losing a man I’m falling in love with all over again.
