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Her big brown eyes blink up at me, and then she’s kneeling again, like she knows the position drives me crazy and makes me think of fucking her mouth. “Why would I do that?”
“Because I told you to.”
“You’re not my father, Isaac. You’re not my boyfriend either,” she reminds me. “You’re just a man who got me off a few times. You don’t get to tell me who I can see or-or fuck.”
“My handprint on your ass and cum running out of your cunt say otherwise.”
“Your handprint on my ass and cum leaking from me won’t stop me from walking out the door.”
“Is that right?” I grit out.
“It is.”
Fuck. Fuck me. Fuck her. Fuck it all.
Shoving my fingers through my hair, I cave and ask, “Then what will?”
“Huh?”
“What will stop you from walking out the door, going on that date?”
She studies me for a long silent count. “Oh. I don’t know.”
“Sure, you do, you little cocktease.”
“Fine. I want…I want to keep doing this with you.”
“This? Fucking?”
“Yes.”
“Sneaking around and fucking behind my daughter’s back?”
“Yes.”
God, I want that too, more than anything.
“And if I agree, you won’t see that asshole tonight or anyone else?”
She shakes her head. “Not as long as you and I are fucking.”
Damn, I love hearing that word coming from those pretty lips.
Leaning down, I brush my thumb over her painted lips, which are barely smudged, and realize I haven’t even kissed her tonight. I spanked her, licked her pussy, fucked her like a madman, but didn’t kiss her lips. “Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
She smiles up at me and swipes her tongue over the pad of my thumb. Shoving it into her mouth and pressing against that tongue, I tell her, “Nobody else. You hear me, Holly? Take down the fucking profile, too, because I’ll bleed any man who looks at you. I don’t want you even thinking about another dick.”
She speaks around my thumb and says, “I’ve been getting a lot of dick pics on HEA, but I promise to only think about your dick, Mr. Perry.”
My eyes narrow in anger at the thought of dick pics on her phone. Dicks that aren’t mine. Not to mention how much I hate her calling me that. I press my thumb to her bottom teeth, forcing her mouth open wide again. “Mr. Perry is only slightly better than you calling me ‘Daddy.’”
“What would you prefer? Isaac? Mr. Biker President? Sir?”
Fuck, I already need her again. She’s never more tempting than when she plays the submissive role. As if knowing the effect she has on me, Holly smiles as she clamps her teeth down on my thumb and glances to the zipper of my pants as if knowing she hit a mark. She then sucks on the digit hard before pushing my hand away with her own. “I promise I’ll only think about your dick, sir.”
“Good girl,” I tell her. “Now, delete the app, or I’ll do it for you.”
She digs through her purse and pulls the device free just as it dings with a message.
