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A firm hand wraps around my waist. "Lemonade me."
I furrow my brow. "Hmmmm?"
A pair of lips pushes into my peripheral vision—I don't see Medici’s face attached to them, not yet. "Give Daddy a sip."
The sight of his lips cracks me up. I laugh as I raise my cup so he can drink. "Knock yourself out."
His lips fumble for the biodegradable straw. "Can’t fit this damn thing in my mouth."
Medici's mouth looks like a zebra's at a feeding trough.
"Do you need help?" I joke.
He finally snags it. "No," he mumbles. "Thanks for the offer."
He pulls my backside flush with his body. I moan when his hard muscles press into me, lighting me up.
"Looks like you’re enjoying my lemonade," I whisper, feeling his dick harden.
His hand that’s not gripping my waist rifles up and down my belly. "I’m enjoyingyou."
When he drinks his fill, he pushes the straw out of his lips and kisses my neck.
Heaven.Paradise.That’s what describes this.
I set the lemonade glass down, then melt when he nuzzles his nose in my hair.
"Oh, Daddy." A tingle shoots across me. "Making me squirm."
"Good, squirmy boy," he growls, his voice stirring the embers of my desire. "That’s what should happen around Daddy. Especially tonight—when he’s going to take your virginity."
My breath hitches. Tilting my head back, I stare into his eyes.
Is he serious? Probing his depths for deceit, I try my best to read him. He’s teased me about thisfartoo long. Today was the worst yet.
There I was, pressed against the glass, spreading for him, willing him to go all the way. Nope—didn’t do it. Contented himself with the tip. Jerk.
"If you’re teasing me, it’s not funny." My voice is a tad bratty. "You know I’ve wanted this forquitea long time."
Medici clamps a lock of my hair between his teeth. "Yes, you have. And tonight, Daddy will grant your wish."
My heart hitches a ride to the town of Butterflyville. With all my might, I try to stave off the tidal wave of need that courses through me.
Fighting is futile. At this moment, all I want is to give myself to this man. To be his. His boy. His lover. His everything.
"I wish you would’ve believed me sooner," I whisper, my body trembling. "I’ve been waiting."
"Daddy refused to hurt you." Medici speaks these words into my neck. "If he did anything you'd regret, he’d never forgive himself. You’re only twenty—and a virgin. Also, your kidnapping was traumatic."
"Not as traumatic as you refusing to breed me," I rasp, clenching my cheeks, willing him to take menow.
Medici spins me around. "I had to wait until I made the reservation."
My brow furrows. What he’s talking about, I’m not sure.
I run my fingers across his chest. "What reservation, Daddy?"
"We’re going to Rome to celebrate your special day." He feathers his thumb across my cheek. "The day of yourbig change.When you’re a man. Losing your virginity. Whole-hearted. No longer gazing at your friends with jealousy because you don't have a Daddy who loves on you. A Daddy who wants to take this special present from you and give you one—his heart—in return."
