Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76603 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Did Austin know?
Did Daddy own the back road?
“I appreciate that.” Tyson still sounded like he wanted to laugh but he managed to hold it back. “Come on up.”
As the gate opened, I turned off the GPS directions and followed his order. The winding driveway blocked most of the view of the house, but as I got close, I realized it looked like some stone manor from the English countryside.
“Well, at least it’s not as big as Austin’s.” Wondering how many people it took to clean the place, I pulled up to the house and chuckled as a garage door opened. There were four to pick from, so I was glad I hadn’t needed to guess which one to pull up to. “There is no way he could’ve gotten this much privacy in an apartment or even those nice condos the governor used to live in down at the lake.”
Hmm.
“Wait. Had the internet said where he lived?” Austin’s house was all over every fashion and lifestyle page because of some interviews he’d done in the past, but even after poking around about Tyson’s life, I couldn’t remember anyone mentioning his house. “I’m going to need to list out my questions before I get distracted again.”
As I parked the car and turned it off, a side door to the house opened and Tyson came out in a white button-down shirt open at the collar, looking like he just came out of a board meeting where he’d given Austin a run for his money.
It was sexy as fuck, but I was going to do my best and not jump him like I was a rabid squirrel.
Tyson gave me a heated look as he walked around the front of the car and I barely held back a happy giggle when he opened the driver’s side door. “It’s good to see you.”
“Hi. I’m glad.” Swallowing back a moan as he reached in and trailed a hand over my lap to unbuckle my seat belt, I was proud of myself for not humping his hand. “I…I’m excited to be here.”
I probably would’ve worded that better if I’d been able to think but there wasn’t enough blood left in my brain for that. Tyson’s brain was running at full speed, though, and he reached in to give my lap a pat. “I can see that.”
Die or orgasm?
Both?
As my face got hot, Tyson chuckled and looked positively wicked. “Come here.”
Since that order came with a tight hug and wandering hands, I was more than happy to obey it and pressed my face against his shoulder. He made a happy sound and rocked me forward to press the front of my body against his. “That’s much better. I kept thinking I was imagining how good it felt to hold you but I hadn’t.”
Relief flooded through me and killed a few more brain cells as it filled me. “I woke up thinking about you snuggling me and it was so good I was going to jerk off and then Austin texted me and well…things didn’t go as planned.”
Hmm.
Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned that part of my day.
Tyson let out a very naughty Daddy laugh and gave my ass a firm pat before moving his hand to my lower back again. “It seems like my boy woke up ready to come.”
When I nodded, he chuckled and his hold tightened. “Should I make you tell me what you woke up thinking about?”
I couldn’t hold in the groan that escaped first, but after he finished making another happy sound, I sighed. “I’ll tell you if you want me to, Daddy.”
It involved his hands and my lips on his body…but he might want a drink and some cuddles before I gave him the details.
“Such a naughty boy.” Making a tsking sound, he shook his head. “Just talking about how wicked you were is making you hard.”
It seemed Daddy was in the mood to tease.
Maybe I was getting a spanking later?
“No, Daddy.” Using his words as a jumping-off point, I rocked against him and made a soft, needy sound. “I got hard thinking about you.”
That wasn’t a lie either, so it made the whole scene more fun and got a low, rough sound from Daddy. “What were you thinking about then?”
Not sure if I wanted to giggle or blush, I decided that honesty was the best policy. “Climbing you, Daddy, and rubbing against you. I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
And his flirty texts hadn’t helped the situation.
My naughty little side and my naughty big side were both bouncing around inside me and I wasn’t sure who to give attention to first. “And I didn’t get to come, Daddy. Your texts made me even harder. I’ve been so good.”
Oh, hadn’t I told myself I was going to do my best to be a good grown-up on my date?