Page 8 of Fake Daddy

When I return to the salon, Darling is bent over, cleaning something off her leg, and her ass cheeks are peaking from the bottom of her shorts, and I’m more determined than ever to have this woman as mine.

Walking up to them, I give Evan his drink and use my now free hand to finally touch Darling. With it on her lower back–not quite her ass–and the tips of my fingers touching her exposed warm flesh, I move it around to her hip as she freezes and stands up. With her back against my front, I know she feels the solid ridge in my jeans because she pushes back into me until I’m nestled as close to her as I can be.

“I’m back,” I murmur as she looks up at me. Her beautiful blue eyes flash with her need as I bring my hand around to her front. “Got your drink.”

She doesn’t even look at it but grabs it and takes a leisurely sip, humming as the flavour hits her tongue. “So good,” she whispers when I push my hips harder into her.

Leaning down, I breathe her in as I ask, “Can I take you out tonight?” The wait will kill me, but I can’t just upend her life because I’m impatient.

“Uhm...” Her eyes dart around before landing on Evan’s head and tapping his shoulder. “Let’s get you under a dryer.”

My son nods and moves with her, sitting where she points and then playing on his phone while she comes back to me.

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” I tell her quietly.

“I don’t remember you being so demanding.” She gives a playful wink as she starts straightening up her station. “Why don’t you sit, and I’ll give you a wash.”

I’ll take any chance to get her hands on me. “You have enough time?” Our eyes meet in the mirror. Her sky-blue irises darken with need.

“Yeah, Evan needs about twenty minutes under the dryer.” Her fingers begin sifting through my hair. Gentle, at first, then she goes deeper through my thick locks until she grabs hold and tugs. The action shoots a straight line to my dick, and I groan as a spurt of cum soaks my boxers. “Sensitive.”

Fuck. She’s going to make me jizz like a teenage boy.

“For you.”

She whimpers at my response.

“Come with me to the sink.” She grips my hand, leading me over and pushing me into the seat. She stands closer this time as she tests the water before I feel the warm spray on my hair.

Freeing my hand from the cape, I grip the inside of her thigh, pulling her closer before wandering up to the crease and brushing my thumb across her covered pussy. Fucking hell, the heat coming off her.

“Daddy’s good girl needs to come, doesn’t she?” She quivers in my hold. “It’s okay,” I say as I brush against her harder, applying pressure on her clit. “Grip my hair tight and bite that plump lip.”

Circling my thumb over her sensitive nub, I chuckle gruffly, “Seems I’m not the only one sensitive, my girl.” Cupping her pussy in my hand, I squeeze and rub my palm on her until she trembles and her eyes close as her head drops. “Come like a good girl, Darling. Come for Daddy.”

Watching this woman silently fall apart for me is the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. She flushes red from her hairline down to the cleavage exposed from the cut of her top, and I can’t wait to get her naked so I can see how far that blush goes.

As she descends from her high, I brush my thumb along her bottom lip. “That was beautiful.” I’m utterly addicted now.

Darling doesn’t know it, but she’s mine. Completely and irrevocably. I’m never letting this gorgeous woman leave my side again.

CHAPTER 5

Darling

It’s been three hours since Cort and Evan left, and my body still buzzes from what the older man did to me. I’m no stranger to touching my own body and getting off, but I’ve never felt like that before. I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to give myself that intense of a feeling, and it’s daunting because I could chase that high every day.

“See you tomorrow, girls!” I wave as I leave. Thankfully, it’s not my night to close shop. I don’t think I could focus on the task long enough to complete it.

“Darling.”

I don’t even jump at his voice. Somehow, I knew Cort would show up.

“What are you doing here?” My tone is a little more aggressive than I mean to be.

He raises a brow. “You never answered me about going out.”

I hoped he would have forgotten because this is wrong on so many levels.

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