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Istared up at him as the doors closed, grateful that he’d put on such a good show for me. I still couldn’t believe he was being honest, that he really wanted me that much, but he’d done a perfect job of acting like he did. I clenched my cold fingers together, chewing at my lip to prevent any unnecessary words spilling out that might cause me embarrassment later.
“That went well,” Rafa drawled with a sneaky smirk that made what had just happened very funny to me.
I started to laugh over Jake’s expression as the elevator doors closed, over how he’d looked supremely lost over losing his wife and his mistress in a matter of minutes. I wanted to explain it all to Rafa, to tell him how lonely I’d been for so long damn long I couldn’t remember not being lonely, but he surprised me once again by taking me in his arms to kiss me.
Only, this time, his hand went to the hem of my skirt, grabbing fistfuls of it just so that he could run a finger or two along the edge of the emerald-green lace panties I’d put on for the occasion. I’d matched it with the push-up bra that came as a set with the panties, hoping it would inspire Jake to give me a little romance for once. Now, another man entirely, a stranger really, had his fingers under the elastic on the inside of my right thigh, teasing me with the softest touch.
I breathed a shaky gasp against his lips, my eyes opening to meet his. I searched his eyes for any hint of this being a colossal joke, for any sign that he’d start laughing any second now, but there was nothing there but desire.
“Do you want this, Abigail?” He purred with only the slightest gap between our mouths.
“Yes,” I whispered, knowing I’d given in to him, to what he wanted the first time he’d kissed me. Jake wasn’t even a memory in my mind anymore, not with the scent of Rafa’s cologne mingled with his own scent sweeping away everything but him. I might have been married once, I might have had a husband, but even his name escaped me now. Josh? Jack? I didn’t care, there was only Rafa now.
“Yes what?” He inquired, his eyebrows raised with a hint of amusement when he saw my confusion.
I looked at him, noted the faint lines around his eyes, the few strands of silver at his temples, and it hit me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I drawled slowly, waiting for his reaction. He might have wanted ‘sir’ or ‘honey’, or anything else, but Daddy seemed right to me.
He inhaled sharply, his eyes losing the amused quality to replace it with intense focus. “Say it again, Abigail.”
“Yes, Daddy. I want this. I want you.” I hold his gaze, something daring me to tease him. “I want you inside of me, filling me with…”
I stopped, not sure of which word to use. His tongue? His dick? His fingers? All of the above? Did he want me to say it all anyway?
“Everything?” He provided, a smirk back on his face. I should hate how often he smirks, but on him? It made my knees weak and my body come to life.
“Yes, Daddy. Everything.” I stared at him, wanting his fingers to move again, to the aching heat that longed to be touched.
“Like this, little one?” He asked, and my knees really do go weak this time. But that was because two of his fingers slid beneath the lace to graze my opening before sliding up to press into my clit. “Is this what you want Daddy to touch, baby?”
“Oh yes, Daddy. Please, more.” I beg, unable to look away from him, unable to do anything but feel how good it was to have him circling my clit like that while he drank in every square inch of my face.
“You look gorgeous, baby. So gorgeous when you want to be fucked.” His nostrils flared and his eyes moved down to my lips, but he didn’t stop the tight circles he drew on my skin.
I was certain I’d forgotten how to breathe because I could only gasp, but my hips hadn’t forgotten how to move for a man. They pressed up into his hand, dancing in time with his fingers as they teased me mercilessly. “Rafa…,”
But the elevator stopped, and the doors opened with a gentle rumble. I hissed out a breath of surprise and looked at the door, hoping we were still unobserved.
