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“Not yet.” He ran a fingertip down the side of my bare neck. I’d worn my hair up for dinner. “You didn’t call me, Jolie.” He still had me trapped against the counter, and reached to pull my hands from the sudsy water. He pressed them flat to the counter on either side of the sink.
My head spun as he ran his hands up my arms to my shoulders, massaged my shoulder muscles with a few warm squeezes, and then ran his hands down my back to my waist. Did he want me to call him?
I didn’t call him. Not yesterday or today. I had no idea if I would.
Yes, I wanted more of the incredible sex.
But I didn’t want more of the guilt that was coming with it. Or the unease of worrying about whether this was all going to hurt me somehow. But all of that worry flushed right out of my head as my brain followed his hands down to my ass.
“Uh… you changed your name in my phone. Why did you do that?”
He’d started pulling up my short dress, and worked it up to my waist as he spoke. “What’s the matter, little dove? You don’t want to call me Daddy?”
“I don’t know…” It was hard to think about anything when he was tugging my panties down. I could hear the voices in the living room, a little muffled but not so far away.
“The other night it made you come,” he reminded me.
It did. I wasn’t even surewhy. “You’re only seven years older than me, though.”
He touched my chin, turning my face toward him so he could look into my eyes. “I don’t have to be old to be your daddy.” His gaze drifted down to my lips as his thumb brushed my jaw. “Daddy’s someone who takes care of you.”
I gazed up at him, entranced.
“Are you going to let me take care of you, Jolie?”
I had no idea what he meant by that, exactly. Like, right here? Right now?
Or in general?
But I nodded, utterly desperate to find out. My panties were halfway down my thighs. My hands were still pressed to the counter. And he held my gaze while he unzipped his jeans.
I braced myself as he slipped his fingers between my legs and started rubbing. “You’re so wet,” he murmured against my neck. “Have you been thinking about me today?”
I swallowed. No way was I answering that.
He rubbed my clit and I tipped my hips towards him, wanting more. “Answer me, Jolie,” he commanded.
“No,” I breathed.
“No, you haven’t been thinking about me? Or no, you’re not gonna be a good girl and answer me?”
“It’s none… of your… business,” I whispered, starting to pant as his fingers sped up.
He licked my neck, bit my ear, and said in my ear, “Oh, you’re gonna tell me. If you want this dick.” He grabbed his dick and shoved it between my legs, so that the swollen head nudged my clit. Sowarm. I clamped my thighs around him automatically, reveling in his heat.
He groaned and grabbed the back of my neck, squeezing. “Have you been thinking about me today, little dove?”
God, he wasn’t seriously gonna tease me, then take it away, was he? He was so hard. But he gave the back of my neck a warning squeeze, and I gasped, “Yes.”
The word was barely out of my mouth when he suddenly positioned himself at my entrance and shoved into me. I cried out, trying to swallow the sound, and he clamped a hand over my mouth. His other hand slid to my hip and held on as he started fucking me, fast and deep.
The rush spread through my body, fast. All my senses snapping to attention at the sudden flood of sensations, my body taking his, as he completely took over. I was just washing dishes. And now, this…
I was so lost in the pleasure of it, I almost didn’t hear the footsteps. By the time I registered the sound, Shane had pulled out and yanked up my panties. “Upstairs,” he breathed in my ear. Then he smoothed down my skirt and was gone, seconds before Mom walked into the kitchen.
She glanced at me, still leaning on the counter, my hands flat on either side of the sink. I stiffened, plunging my hands back into the sink as she said, “Jacob and Joss want coffee.” She went to put on a pot as I blindly washed dishes, wondering how the hell Shane had vanished so quick. I could barely feel my legs.
Upstairs? Like, in my room?
