Delicious – Daddies Know Best Read Online Dani Wyatt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26645 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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Then, something dawns on me I can’t believe I didn’t realize before.

“Were you texting me and acting like you care because you knew I was the niece of the lady whose house was holding up your big money-making project? Were you trying to manipulate me?”

I suddenly want him to let go.

What if I see something in his eyes that confirms my new suspicion. My heart is already crawling its way into his pocket, and as turned on as I am, it is preparing for a fatal injury.

The water sloshes around us as Erik ascends the few stairs onto the pool deck, his hands moving to grip my ass as though he’s saying, no matter what his answer, he’s still intent on taking me up on my offer of giving him anything in exchange for his help.

Something twists inside me as he shakes his head, the cooler air raising goosebumps on my wet flesh.

His giant body makes me feel small and fragile. My breathing picks up as I wait for his answer, his eyes offering no clues.

I fight the urge to wrap my arms around his neck and curl my head into his shoulder. When the tension is ready to break me, he stops.

“I was texting you because I wanted to know everything about you. I was texting you because the idea of not being wherever you were was driving me crazy. I didn’t know anything about you being connected to that house until you came to me yesterday.”

I believe him, although there’s still a part of me that tells me this is all too good to be true.

“You have dangerous business associates,” I start, as he lowers me to the pool deck, stepping back so his eyes can feast on me for a long moment.

“I’m not one of them. But I’m not Mr. Rogers either.” His hand works the knot of his lavender and black-striped tie, tugging at it until he whips it off, dropping it to the ground with a wet smacking sound. “There’s been a darkness inside me. It’s served me well, kept me at a distance from anyone outside of my family.”

He strips his suit jacket, then starts on the buttons of his shirt, and I fall into awe-filled silence. His chest is decorated with rich dark hair, a few shades darker than his beard. It’s curly and wild, like a man from another time. The lights from the ceiling cast down his body, making him look surreal as he strips off his shirt, peeling it from the bulk of his arms as his eyes stay locked on mine.

His forehead is knit together as I suck in a sharp breath. His fingers work his belt, then the button on his drenched dark gray slacks. Finally, the zipper goes down with excruciatingly slow clicks, and my heart sticks in my throat.

He stops after his pants fall in a soaked heap at his feet, bending down to free his feet from the squishy socks and shoes, until he’s standing there in just a pair of plaid boxers the color of the fall leaves outside.

I don’t realize my hands are on my breasts, fingers slowly rolling my nipples, until his eyes sweep over me, going wide when they reach my chest.

“Do you feel like there’s distance between us?” I whisper, again afraid his answer will break my hopeful heart.

He shakes his head, stepping my way until we are barely an inch apart, but he doesn’t touch me anywhere. The heat between us catapults down into my core, the buzzing energy between our wet bodies enough to run every streetlight in the city.

“No. I don’t want distance with you. I want to be close to you in a way I never believed was possible.” He pauses, his breath tickling my neck as he leans next to my ear. “You like when I call myself Daddy. When I talk to you like you are my special girl. My precious prize. My possession.”

His words are sweet poison. Warmth spreads from between my legs outward, like a star exploding out in the dark vastness of the universe.

“You’re mine. I meant it when I said I was taking you. I’ll protect you forever, but I’m also keeping you. Forever.”

His voice drops down into my soul as I slide my hands up the rippled hardness of his chest.

His lips move against mine, the contact of my hands breaking the barrier between us as his body goes hard, the length of his manhood pressing wildly outward on his boxers.

He stops, staring at me as he holds the sides of my face. “Fuck. Jesus.”

“What’s the matter? You… don’t like the way that I kiss?”

“I love how you kiss, Tootsie Pop.” The words are said with so much feeling it makes me gasp. “I never knew I would enjoy kissing. I didn’t… I didn’t realize this was what it was all about. When other people got into kissing, in movies or whatever, I just assumed it was the anticipation of sex, but it’s not. This is a destination of its own.”


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