Page 80 of Their Forever Daddy

Only Edie, and the way the soft lights in the barn brought out the warmer tones in her hair. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed at some funny story about Jesse or his work. The look on her face when she took her first bite of steak, a look that reminded him rather violently of how she’d looked with their babygirl’s face between her thighs.

“That was wonderful,” she said with a dreamy little sigh as they exited the barn nearly three hours later. Humming with satisfaction, she dropped her head to his shoulder as he guided her back to the car.

“It was. I’m glad you had a good time, little pixie.”

“Still not sure how I feel about that name,” she grumbled, lifting her head to scowl playfully up at him.

“I think it suits you.” They’d reached the car by then, and he used it to his advantage, swinging her around so she was pinned between him and the passenger side door. “Tiny. Mischievous. Unpredictable.”

Grinning now, she tilted her head back, inviting him to kiss her. “Well, when you put it that way…”

He took his time kissing her, drawing it out until she was whimpering into his mouth, her hips grinding against his. When he pulled back, she had that dazed look in her eyes again, the one that made him want to claim her so completely she forgot all about her doubts and worries.

“Grant…” She trailed off on a sigh when he leaned in to brush his lips down the side of her neck.

“Hmmm?”

“Take me home.”

Disappointment flashed through him, but when he lifted his head, there was a hunger in her gaze that matched the need pumping through his veins.

Gripping her short locks, he pulled her head back, inwardly cheering when she gasped and arched up as if offering herself to him. “Tell me what you want, little pixie. I don’t want there to be any misunderstandings between us.”

“Take me home,” she repeated, her voice rough with need. “Make me yours… Daddy.”

Edie

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The ride back to her house seemed like it might never end. Especially with Grant’s hand on her bare thigh, his thumb tracing little patterns over the skin designed to drive her crazy.

It was working.

Especially since she was still on edge from the orgasm he’d denied her in the car earlier, an edge that hadn’t faded the least during dinner. Now, it was knife sharp, and she felt it with every beat of her heart as they raced toward home.

“Daddy…” God, she hadn’t expected to enjoy calling him that so much. “Maybe we should find somewhere to pull over. It’s plenty dark.”

“Not a chance, little pixie. When I finally get my hands on you, I plan on taking my time.”

“Then you better drive faster.” Spreading her legs, she grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to where she burned for him. “I need you.”

“Yeah?” When he glanced over, there was a wicked smile curving his lips, and alarm bells immediately rang in her mind. “You want Daddy to make you feel good, baby?”

As he spoke in those low, almost patronizing tones, his fingers slipped into the waistband of her panties, dipping between her soaked lips with such agonizing slowness she nearly whimpered.

“So wet. Is this all for Daddy, little pixie?”

Fuck, that should not be so hot. But there was a hint of awe in his tone as he pulled his fingers free and brought them to his mouth. She watched, fascinated as he sucked her juices from his fingers with a moan.

“You taste so fucking good, baby. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”

Thankfully, he turned onto her driveway a few seconds later because she wasn’t sure how much more she could take.

“Jesse’s car isn’t here,” she said, frowning at the spot where her car had been when they’d left.

“She texted me. She’s at her sister’s. Stay there.”

It was tempting to defy him, especially when every inch of her body felt like it had been lit on fire. But he’d already denied her once tonight when she’d tested him, and she thought she might actually die if he didn’t let her come soon.

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