Page 69 of Her Daddies' Everything

“Cherry, you need to stay still for me.”

A grunt escaped her and she shifted around again.

“Immy,” he said sternly. “Stay still.”

Another grunt. Which he figured was probably her non-verbal way of saying no.

So naughty.

Before he could pin her hips down, she was moving his T-shirt up and out of the way.

“What are you . . . oh.” She had nestled herself under his T-shirt so she was pressed against his bare skin.

A sigh of contentment left her.

Liked touching his bare skin, did she?

Well, he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. But that didn’t make it a good idea.

Shit.

Fuck.

He should move her. A better man would place her on the bed and step away.

Only, he’d never claimed to be a good man.

He’d done things that he would never tell anyone. Some things he was ashamed of. But most of them, he wasn’t. Most of the things he’d done had been to save himself or someone else.

Sometimes it was a matter of kill or be killed.

But other than some shit from when he was a kid, which was sealed, his record was clean. Probably part of the reason that Alejandro had sent him on this job and not one of his other guys.

“Ahh, Immy, you won’t be happy when you realize what you’re doing,” he murmured to her. “And especially when you realize exactly what this means.”

Because she’d just shown him her soft and vulnerable side. And not while she was in the arms of someone else.

Nope, she’d turned to him for protection.

And had sealed her fate.

Whether she knew it or not.

God. She felt so good in his arms. Soft in all the right ways. And her scent was sweet and tart. Like candied apples.

Perfect.

He brushed his lips against her cheek. Yeah, it was pushing the boundaries. But she had just climbed him like a tree, so he figured she’d already jumped the line of that boundary. And he was just taking another step over it. But he simply couldn’t resist.

And he kept it to that. Just the feel of her soft skin had him groaning. Not to mention the way she kept squirming against his cock.

Fuck. She would try the patience of a saint. And he certainly wasn’t one of those.

“Sweetness? Cherry? You have to stop moving around like that. You’re not ready for what you’re doing to me.” Then a sudden thought occurred to him.

Perhaps the sucking on her thumb and wanting to be held and carried were signs she was in Little headspace. Everyone seemed to think she wasn’t a Little.

But he wasn’t so sure.

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