Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Another Daddy trait I hadn’t recognized before…mainly because I hadn’t been looking for it.
“It was a great idea and one I’m going to use again.” Decisions were harder to make than most people realized. They could do one with no problem, but when it was a hundred or more little decisions, it got to be overwhelming. “So don’t think this is a one-time deal and then you get to ride off into the night like a caped crusader.”
His groan had me grinning, but his comeback sent a needy shiver through me. “I’m going to remember that on our next date.”
My dick started to perk up and take notice of the way our conversation had turned, but I wasn’t sure Robyn was the type of Dom to have phone sex before the third date.
I liked that he wanted to make different decisions this time…but it was also driving me nuts.
“I’m not sure if I should apologize or be more of a brat.” I didn’t try to hide the need in my voice, but I didn’t push it either.
I could be good.
Sometimes.
Robyn made a low hum and I could almost picture him giving me that sexy stare that said I was being naughty. “We haven’t had our third date yet, boy.”
Oh, now the Dom side of my new Daddy Dom was peeking out.
“Yes, Sir.” He didn’t seem like the Master type, and I knew I’d guessed right when pure sexy pleasure came through the phone as he hummed.
“That’s much better.” He might not be willing to have phone sex, but he was definitely going to drive me crazy with his sexy sounds. “I like that you’re being a good boy for me.”
He was trying to torture me…kill me…make my orgasm explode out of me even though I was still wearing pants.
“How…what are the other ways I could be good for you, Sir?” I hadn’t intended it to come out quite as naughty as it did, so I kept going, trying not to push too much. “What rules do you want to give me?”
Robyn made a low sound that could’ve been frustration or need…but either way, it was fucking sexy. “Little tease.”
Okay…maybe.
“No, Sir.” My flirty tone hadn’t made that lie any more believable, but I aimed for innocent. “I want to be good for you. I even thought about not coming until we had our third date just to show you what a good boy I want to be for you.”
I was so getting punished…but it would be worth it.
His sexy groan made my dick even harder, and I couldn’t decide if I was going to regret that idea or not. “I should make you wait another week for our third date just for putting that image in my head, but I’m more into torturing you than me.”
Yes!
“Would punishing me make you happy, Sir?” The soft, teasing tone seemed to do it for him because I heard another quiet, needy sound. “I want to be a good boy for our third date.”
And I wanted him to understand all the sides of me, not just the sweet little he’d made spaghetti for earlier.
“I think we’re going to have to work on your definition of good, baby.” There was just enough rough desire in his voice for the last of my worries to fade. “And I said torture, not punish…I think we’re going to have to work on how well you listen.”
Oh…
Yes, please.
My brain was skipping around in circles like it was in an old cartoon, so it took a few seconds to get it back on track. “How…how would you torture me, Sir?”
That was such a wonderful word.
“That’s for me to know and you to find out, naughty boy.” The smile in his voice echoed through the phone, but the delight he got from thinking about what he would do to me made me shiver. “But first, I think we need to talk about limits.”
My groan had him laughing.
Pouting, I made a whining noise and sighed. “But I want to flirt.”
He chuckled, loving my drama. “If you’re a good boy and answer my questions, I’ll let you pick any day this weekend for our third date.”
“You will?” I’d list off every kink and answer every question if it got me a date on Friday night.
Wait. Did I have to work this weekend?
Wait. I had a more important thought to answer.
How many questions would I have to answer to get it to last all weekend?
Chapter 5
Robyn
“No, a date involves an activity, food, and a discussion that is not related to work.” I crossed my arms over my chest, narrowing my eyes at the bouncing nut. “Saying hello doesn’t count.”
Hunter pouted and gave me wide eyes, aiming for innocent as he inched closer. But he just ended up looking delightfully mischievous. “Some dates aren’t very long.”
I raised one eyebrow and nodded toward the door. “We haven’t made it inside the restaurant yet.”