Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49530 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 248(@200wpm)___ 198(@250wpm)___ 165(@300wpm)
With a sigh of relief, she laid her head on Talon’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Her Daddy had her.
At their apartment, he opened the door and stalked inside, softly closing the door behind them. Shifting her slightly, he sat down in his overstuffed recliner. Talon stroked over her hair as he rocked the chair slowly.
“I love you, Elizabeth Marie Sinclair.”
The words sizzled into her brain. Another man had fooled her with that phrase, but this time, they felt real and truthful. She couldn’t compare Talon with anyone else. He’d always been straightforward with her. She knew he wasn’t telling her he loved her to make her feel better. He didn’t blow smoke up anyone’s ass.
Elizabeth pressed her hand to his heart and felt the powerful muscle beat steadily under her palm. Her world seemed to solidify around her. A memory of their brunch together popped into her mind. Before they’d gone to eat, he’d shown her how much pleasure and fun she’d missed out on in life. He’d simply turned her life upside down. Or was it right side up?
“Do you love me more than bacon?” she whispered, remembering their conversation about taking risks and enjoying the rewards.
“Definitely more than bacon, Buttercup.” He raised one hand up to eye level. “Here’s how much I love bacon. And this is how much I love you.”
She watched his hand rise to way over their heads. “I love you more than bacon, too,” she whispered. “I’m sorry I got so upset.”
“It was about time for you to melt down. Since we’ve met, you’ve scurried from one adrenaline rush to another. All with poise and grace. I don’t know how you’ve done it.”
“That’s what I’m supposed to do. You know—as a lawyer.”
“You’re a damn fine lawyer. The best one I’ve ever met.”
“How many lawyers do you know?”
“There’s you… really, there’s just you. I don’t care about anyone else.”
She stared at him for several long seconds as thoughts whirled in her head. The calmness of his reaction to her meltdown reassured her. Elizabeth felt like she could actually be a real person with Talon. That was a pretty unbelievable thought. Slowly, she felt everything click back into place and smiled at him.
“Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
Elizabeth rubbed her eyes and smoothed her hair, trying to put herself back into some kind of order. Leaning forward, she pressed her mouth against Talon’s. The kiss was sweet and light until he cradled her head in one hand to hold her steady as he deepened the exchange. Her body flared with need. Elizabeth pushed a hand against his chest to shift back and he immediately released her.
“You okay, Buttercup?”
“No. I need you to make me scream.”
“Spanking or orgasm?”
“Orgasm. Multiple.” She went for broke.
Talon’s smile told her he was very willing and able to make that request come true. He pulled her soft top over her head and tossed it aside, stopping briefly to pluck a piece of popcorn out of her hair. Talon popped it into his mouth as he admired her form.
Daringly, Elizabeth locked her gaze with his before running her hands over his broad shoulders and down his arms to where they rested at her waist. She stroked up her torso to cradle her breasts in her hands, kneading them temptingly. The sensation made her eyelids lower slightly, but she struggled to keep her gaze on her Daddy’s face. The heat etched into his expression made her squirm.
He groaned, and she realized her body moved against his rapidly hardening cock. Elizabeth did it again—just because. His hands tightened around her hips, holding her in place.
To tempt him further, Elizabeth tugged her nipples, making herself moan in delight.
“Little girls who tease their Daddies get more than they anticipate,” Talon growled.
“I’m counting on that.”
Elizabeth released her breasts to shift her hands to the bottom of his T-shirt. She allowed her fingers to brush over the erection tenting his jeans as if by accident. When he froze, she grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged it upward. “Help me, Daddy.”
Talon lifted one arm to reach over his shoulder in an amazing display of muscles to yank the material over his head. Throwing it away, he never took his gaze off her. “You’re wearing too many clothes. Let’s take care of that problem.”
Without an ounce of visible effort or strain, Talon picked her up and stood her in front of him. He leaned forward to trap one nipple in his mouth and swirled his tongue around the taut peak as he stripped her leggings and panties down her legs. Releasing his target with an audible pop, he commanded, “Lift your left leg. Now your right,” as he tugged the garments over her feet.
When she started to move back onto his lap, Talon stopped her with a hand up in front of her. “Touch yourself for Daddy.”