Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 157(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
“I know I want to get inside you most days. It’s the only thing that calms me down.” The sexy lilt in his tone went straight to my core. “As soon as that door closes and they leave, you’re mine. Got me? If you’re going to make me go out there and pretend to like that he’s taking my baby girl away from me, I’m going to need a helluva lotta calming down when it’s all said and done.”
I kissed him softly as I twisted the doorknob and pushed it open, dragging my defenseless husband into the fire.
“Daddy, geez. We’re gonna be late. What were you doing in there?” Emme’s eyes moved to our linked hands. “Wait, never mind. Don’t tell me.”
“Thank you for allowing me to take your daughter to the prom tonight, Mr. Vaughn.” Charlie stepped up, his hand outstretched.
Sebastian only grunted.
I bumped my stubborn husband's shoulder before clearing my throat.
Sebastian did the right thing, taking Charlie’s hand and shaking it. “Have her home by nine, then?”
“Nine? Daddy!” Emme shrieked. “Mom!”
“I already told you, honey. She’s staying the night with friends.”
“She’s absolutely not.” Sebastian’s eyes flamed.
I shook my head, remembering the conversation we’d had a week ago when Emme had first asked. “Honey, remember we talked about this in your office? Emme’s eighteen now. We have to let her spread her wings a little.”
Sebastian grunted, dropping Charlie’s hand and stalking into the kitchen to pour a shot of his favorite Scotch.
“Mom, he’s so embarrassing,” Emme breathed at my side.
I laughed. “He’s your dad. That’s how he shows he cares.”
“By barking orders?” Emme grumbled.
“By protecting you from pain.” I smiled at my daughter. So many years had passed since we’d made our family official and added baby Jack not long after Emme’s adoption.
Loving them was the greatest pleasure of my life.
I wiped at tears as I thought about how fast the years had passed.
“Mom! Stop crying.” Emme dabbed her eyes. “My makeup will be ruined before the first dance.”
“I’m sorry.” I sniffed. “Let’s get pictures.”
Charlie and Emme posed for a few serious and then a few silly shots in the foyer in their prom night finest. Then the elevator doors closed, and we were suddenly alone.
“Wow, prom night. I can’t believe we’re here.”
“I hate it,” Sebastian grumbled at my shoulder.
“Color me shocked.” The sarcasm dripped as I rolled my eyes at him.
“Was that an eye roll, Mrs. Vaughn?” Sebastian landed a swift smack on my backside, eliciting a shriek from my lips. “You. Naked. Bathtub. Now.”
“Oh, rub a dub dub, Mr. Vaughn,” I teased before moving swiftly down the hall to our suite.
I could feel him tracking me as I went.
I’d always been able to feel him.
Before I’d even reached the sunken bathtub in our master bath, his arms were encircling me, one flipping on the warm stream of water and the other divesting me of my shirt and leggings.
He bent, fingering the elastic of my panties with his talented fingers before he tore them away and sank his tongue into my pussy. I writhed and ground my core against him, my flesh coming alive with his touch.
His hands worked at my skin as the bath filled. His tongue lapped at my hot folds before he growled and gripped my waist, hauling me into the tub. He dumped long squirts of bubbles into the water before he tore his shirt over his head, his eyes hungry as he watched me the entire time.
“You make me so fucking mad when you roll your eyes, Baby Girl.” He gritted his teeth when he sank into the water behind me, the thick press of his cock at my backside making me hum and moan in anticipation. “Do you like making Daddy angry?”
I shook my head quickly and then thought better of it. I did like to make him mad if it meant seeing that look in his eyes.
“Maybe,” I squeaked when he slipped my hands over the edge of the tub and positioned my backside in the air before landing a swift smack on my ass.
I groaned and yanked away on reflex before he landed another smack on my opposite cheek and hauled me onto his cock. He didn’t move nice and slow like he sometimes started. This was hard and fast and needy. Desperation tightened his grip on my hips, his groans laced with urgency as he bounced me against him.
His hand slipped around my waist, and he thumbed my clit. Sparks of release ignited deep inside me as he thrust in and out, hitting the end and firing back to the beginning again. His cock stretched me from the inside. It was a reminder that he owned me, had always owned me, in the way he fucked me unforgivingly, then ended all of our sessions—especially the intense ones—with his gentle touch caressing my skin.