Page 160 of Little Sunshine

Carrying me into a room, he slammed the door behind us and then slammed me into said door. His kiss was wild as his hand roamed up my bare thigh. Hitting the rope, he tugged and groaned.

And I moaned as it pulled taut between my legs.

“I’m going to spank your ass raw for walking through the building like this.” His threat lost some of its menace when he tenderly dragged his lips along my jaw, his rough beard teasing. “And then I’m going to have to spend the night reviewing security footage and hunting down the bastards who dared to look at what’s mine. Starting with Miles. Last time I ask him to walk with you.”

I knew it.

“That sounds like a long night,” I said. “You should probably let me go so you can get started.”

“Not until I fuck you so I know it’s Daddy’s cum dripping out of you all night.” He reached between us to free himself, but I stopped him.

“That’ll have to wait.”

He reared back. “Why?”

“You have work to do.”

“You’re more important.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d said that. It certainly wasn’t the first time he’d shown it. I nearly gave in, but I held strong.

Barely.

Since evasiveness hadn’t worked, I went with the truth. “Then it’ll have to wait because I want to torture you.”

Though we both knew there were a million ways he could get me to change my mind, Ash went along with it. “Will you at least let me look? And before you answer, know I’m prepared to beg.”

Since my plan to tease him was dependent on him seeing me in the dress, I nodded and waited for him to put me down.

He didn’t.

Gripping my hips, he slid me up the door before adjusting his hold so my spread legs were draped over his arms. “Move the dress. Show Daddy what my good girl did.”

I did as he ordered, tempting my control and his.

The thin rope looped around my hips and each thigh, almost perfectly outlining my black panties. The look would’ve been more effective without them, but there was only so much I could push myself at once. I knew it didn’t matter when Ash spoke.

“Christ. I could die right now, and I wouldn’t have to be sent to the afterlife. I’ve already experienced heaven.”

“The knots are trickier than they look,” I whispered, not sure what else to say to something like that.

“You did them perfectly.”

It was a lie, but one I happily accepted.

Lowering me, he kissed me again before setting me on my feet. “As much as I love how you look right now, Camila, there is no way in hell I’m letting you go out there wearing that. Ropes against your pretty skin are only for Daddy to see.”

I reached down and redid the clasps before standing upright.

Ash stepped back so he could take me in again. His palm ran over his beard, his thumb dragging over his lip as he slowly—meticulously—ran his gaze down my body.

The way he looks at me.

The way he looks.

Who needs boxing or plans or anything other than this feeling?

“Ready?” I prompted before I gave in.

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