Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
"Fine," she says, her scathing tone aimed like daggers at my heart. "I think you're a jerk, daddy."
I let that ride since I deserve it.
"You're the center of my fucking world, little girl," I say, flipping her onto her back. I follow her down, locking my hands on either side of her head to hold my weight off her. "I'd rip my own goddamn heart out if you asked it of me, Georgia. Don't ever doubt that. Ever."
She sniffs, scowling at me.
"Keep it up and I'll be fucking the attitude out of you here and now," I warn her, the only one she's going to get. "I didn't fire you."
"Yes, you did. You cancelled the shoot."
"Have you seen the photos from the first two, Georgia?" I growl. "Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you look? How many men are going to see you splashed across billboards and want to fuck you?" Holy fire rages through me at the thought. "No one touches what's mine, little one. I will raze this fucking city to the ground before I let that happen."
"Blaze."
"Every time I think about someone seeing those photos, I lose my goddamn mind," I growl. "You don't know what men think the way I do, what they see when they look at you. I know. I think the same filthy thoughts, want the same filthy things. I don't just love you. I'm obsessed with you in every way it's possible to be obsessed. You consume me. Every minute of the day."
"You think it's not the same for me?" she cries, flinging her arms out. She smacks me in the chest in the process. "All I think about is you! But I would never try to tell you that you can't do your job just because it makes me crazy jealous when women flirt with you, which they do all the freaking time. This is my job, Blaze. My reputation as a professional." Tears well in her eyes again. "It's not okay that you just decided this without consulting me."
"You're not doing it, little one."
"Fine, then I'll model lingerie for someone else," she snaps.
Nope. Hell no.
I crash my mouth down on hers, kissing her hard. She resists for a split second before crying out and kissing me back with just as much force, as if she's trying to fuse us into one being. Goddamn, how does she make me crazy and make my dick hard at the same time?
I don't fucking know, but she does it.
We're a blur of hands as we strip. The buttons on my shirt get torn off in our haste. So do her panties. She's soaked when I touch her slit, her cream dripping onto my fingers. I growl a curse, yanking her legs up around my hips.
"Daddy!" she shouts, back bowing off the sofa when I thrust into her.
"That's right. Daddy," I mutter, attacking her chest with my mouth. "I'm daddy to you, baby girl. Not Blaze. Daddy." I fuck her hard, pounding into her until she's screaming it at the top of her lungs and clawing down my back.
She comes in a rush, ripping my own orgasm from me. I roar her name, writhing in bliss. In agony. In regret. She's right, goddammit. About all of it. I'm being an irrational asshole. But when it comes to her, I'm not rational.
"You still mad at me?"
"Yes. You hurt my feelings."
My heart threatens to rip itself out of my body. The last thing I want to do is hurt her.
"I'm sorry, baby girl." I press my forehead to hers, press my lips to hers. "I'm an asshole, I know I am. But the thought of anyone seeing you like I do…it fucking kills me to think about some other asshole fantasizing the same shit I do."
"It doesn't matter what they think," she says. "You're my daddy, Blaze. You're the man I love. I would never do anything to jeopardize that. But this is my career. You can't just sweep in and decide what I can and can't do in my professional life. That's not fair to me."
"You're right," I sigh, rolling us to the side. My dick slips out of her and we both groan in regret. Losing her heat is cruel and unusual punishment. "But I didn't fire you. I intended to ask you about modeling the new spring line instead."
"Really?"
"Summer, fall, and winter too." I brush loose tendrils of hair away from her face. "I want you to be the face of this company. You belong in front of the camera, little one. You're a knockout. I wouldn't ever dream of taking that away from you, but I'm a jealous, possessive bastard too. You're too fucking beautiful in our lingerie."
"I posed for you," she admits. "That's what I was thinking about during the shoot. You. I wanted to drive you crazy, Blaze. Not anyone else."