Page 15 of Devotion

“Not if I tie your hands behind your back.”

“I’m very good at the hump. I could take care of it with sheer friction.”

I had to bite back a smile at that. Sunday had taken up pole dancing at home as a way to exercise without having to be too far away from the baby. Watching her without her knowledge continued to be one of my favorite pastimes. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that was part of the appeal on her end.

Instead of saying anything, I crooked my index finger, my demand silent but no less effective for it. Sunday’s reaction was instant. She jumped to her feet and sauntered over to me. The move couldn’t have been more innately sensual if Lilith herself had done it. Sunday’s gaze bounced from my eyes to my lips, then back.

She stood in front of me, mischief and defiance written all over her face. “What next, Daddy?”

“Turn around.”

The room was filled with an electric charge from the lust between us. We’d never been short on attraction, and right now only proved that. It didn’t matter how many times I’d had her; it would never dull my need.

I slid my palm across her belly and up until it rested between her breasts and I could hold her against me. Lips trailing over the pulse point in her throat, I dragged myfangs across the tender skin before whispering, “Touch yourself. Then let me see your fingers. Show me what I can still do to you.”

She shivered as her fingers delved under her waistband and she did as she was told. Her soft gasp told me how much she was enjoying our game.

“Are you wet for me, Miss Fallon?”

“You know I am, Father Gallagher.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

“Yes. So wet.”

“Give me a taste.”

Her fingers were glistening with her arousal as she brought them to my lips. I sucked them clean, my cock a length of steel pressing against her arse. “God in heaven, Sunday. Honey and lilacs. So sweet.”

“See, you said it yourself. I’m sweet. Not a brat.”

“The two are not mutually exclusive. Both can be true at the same time. You taste sweet and act like a petulant, spoiled brat.”

“And you love every second of it.”

I shifted my hand to grip her around the throat. “Yes, I fecking do. Palms on the desk, Miss Fallon. Feet apart. You’ve more than earned your punishment, flouncing around in that little skirt all damned day. Tempting me with your wicked words and come hither looks.”

She snickered, not at all repentant.

“Are you laughing at me?” I said on an affected snarl.

She schooled her expression before positioning herself exactly as I wanted, then looked over her shoulder at me. “No, Father Gallagher.”

“Good. Take down your leggings, Sunday. You know the rules. Bare bottom.”

Her leggings were torn off in a flash, nothingbut shredded fabric pooling at her feet before I could register what she’d done.

“That’s my good girl.”

Positioning myself behind her, I flipped up the pleated skirt she’d strategically chosen and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of her perfect behind on display. With her legs parted as they were, I even got a view of her glistening cunt. Those puffy lips were glossy with her need for me. It took everything I had not to fall to my knees and bury my face in her pussy.

“Five this time, Sunday. Keep your palms on the desk and count for me.”

A soft cry fell from her lips as my hand connected with her buttocks.

“One,” she gasped.

“Good girl.”

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