Page 157 of Daddy, Take Me Away
But just when I was about to jump up and run from the room, he grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me back. When I kissed him, it was gentle, tentative, sweet. When he kissed me, it was hard, unyielding, claiming. He pushed my lips open with his tongue and explored my mouth. The kiss deepened and his fingers moved from my cheeks to my hair. When it finally ended, we were both panting.
Cas laid his forehead against mine as our chest heaved in synchronicity. “Polly,” he panted. “We shouldn’t do this.”
I found his hypocrisy jarring. “We shouldn't have done any of it,” I countered. “You had your finger in my ass, Cas. Now you're gonna get prude about your tongue in my mouth?”
He winced. “I know. It makes no sense, but… Jared.”
Fucking bro codes, I swear. This one was going to be the death of me.
“Jared isn't here, and what he doesn't know can’t hurt him.”
“I get that, Polly, I do, but what about the after? If we start something, will we be able to just turn it off once we’re home? I don't think I will.”
I shrugged. I didn't want to think about the after. And maybe I was stubbornly naive to think we could just go back to normal, but I did. “If that's what we have to do, that's what we do.”
He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
But he wanted to give in. I could see it in his eyes.
I had to give him an out and hope it didn't blow up in my face. “It's not really fair to claim me as your babygirl for this trip, but only have that apply when it comes to rules and punishments.” I pouted, running my fingers through his hair. “What if I want the whole experience?”
His exhale was ragged, his groan feral. “Babygirl, you don’t know what you're asking. You really have no idea.”
“Maybe not,” I agreed, locking my gaze on his. “But maybe I don't care. I think…” I trailed my fingertips softly across his bottom lip, and then his cheekbones. “I think… if I get wrecked, if I get my heart broken, it will be worth it. For the memories. For the experience.”
“God.” He moaned. In an instant, his fingers were threaded through my hair and he was pulling me to him. “This is a really bad idea.”
That was the last thing he said before his lips closed over mine.
Chapter Seven
Polly
We didn't have sex. Our food came, interrupting our passionate devil-may-care embrace and the moment was lost. The night wasn't a total loss. Cas dressed me in the new pajamas and gave me the stuffie he’d bought before tucking me into bed. My ass hurt, my pussy throbbed and I didn’t want to be alone, but somehow, I'd managed to make it through the night without touching myself.
And I slept so good. The combination of hangover plus spanking plus emotional release must have been the ticket because we took a nap after dinner and I didn’t wake up until the next morning, when the sun was streaming through the blinds and Cas was telling me it was time to go.
As we stood out front of Utopia, bags in hand, ready to start the next leg of our trip, I sighed and looked over my shoulder at the resort. I hadn't seen any more of it, and it was hard not to feel like I’d missed out.
“What's wrong, babygirl?” Cas laid a hand on my shoulder.
“I just… Vegas is really cool. And I missed it. The parts I saw, I barely remember, and the memories I could have made, I didn’t. I'm disappointed, that's all. Aren't you?”
He shook his head and looked me up and down. His gaze lingered first on my breasts, then on my lips. “You know…” he said slowly. “I don't think I am. All in all, I'd say I'm pretty happy with the way things turned out.”
He gave me a wink and my whole body heated.
“But if you want to see more, maybe we can come back sometime.”
The valet pulled up with his vehicle before I could answer. The thought of coming back to this place with Cas was going to be fuel for my fantasies for a really long time, even if it never happened.
Cas loaded our bags into the car; apparently he'd gone and gotten them while I slept, and opened the door for me, even going so far as to buckle me in before getting in himself.
As we headed down the strip, he glanced over at me. I was already shifting uncomfortably, not looking forward to a long car ride. “So what’s the first stop on the itinerary?”
I shrugged. “I mean, I thought I knew, but someone went and added stops, messing with everything,” I teased.
“I don't regret it,” Cas said. Was he flirting? The way he looked at me, I was pretty sure he was flirting.
