Page 36 of Rayna's Daddy

“Impressive.”

“You want to see something else cool?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Come over here.” I motion for her to join me behind the desk. She skips over and stands between my legs. I move to the left, and she hopped up on my lap.

We both stilled. She blinked and looked up at me.

She attempted to get up.

I placed my hand on her hip.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean . . .”

“You stay right where you are, Rayn Drop.” I patted the side of her ass and went back to showing her the desk.

“See this knob right here?”

She nodded.

“Turn it clockwise.”

She bit her lip and turned the knob. A secret drawer slides out and reveals a tablet. The tablet controls lit up. “This button re-enforces the door. This one is the windows.”

She hovered her hand over a button labeled escape hatch.

“Touch it.”

She did and gasped when the bookshelves to our left slid into itself and revealed stairs.

Rayna looked up at me and then back at the secret passage.

“Where does it lead?” She gripped the desk.

“To an elevator that takes you directly to a hidden floor where a car will be waiting to take you to safety.” I kissed her shoulder.

“This is so cool.” She bounced on my leg. “Something out of a spy movie.”

“I thought you’d like it.” I closed the bookshelves and sealed the room. “There is also a storage room full of supplies if you do get stuck in here.”

“I really am safe in here.” She blinked and looked up at me. She leaned up and kissed the spot below my ear at the edge of my beard.

“Very safe.”

She kissed me again. Her tongue snakes out and tastes my skin. A low growl escaped my throat before I could stop it.

She whispered something against my skin and giggled.

“What’s so funny, my little Rayn Drop?” She giggled again.

“You are a growly Daddy.” She whispered and grinned. She was precious and beautiful. I placed my hands on either side of her face and stared into her eyes. Her pale skin had a pink flush to it and her eyes glazed over and blinked. She had the cutes little puckered lips. I couldn’t resist her any longer. I had to feel those lips against mine.

I pressed my lips to hers. She squeaked in surprise and slid her hand around my neck. I pressed my lips firm to her mouth and slipped my tongue out to taste her. She tasted like ginger ale and mint. I kept one hand on her cheek and slid the other to her neck. She moaned and opened her mouth. I dove in and explored. When I pulled back, she whimpered softly.

“Don’t worry, little girl.” I whisper against her lips. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She groans.

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