Page 39 of Secret Baby Daddies
I balled my fists and ground my teeth together while I took a calming breath.
“A divorce?”
Charles was only a few years older than me, by the looks of it, but he had the energy of a seventy-year-old pervert sneakingaround the girls’ locker room. His laughter was hollow as he stared at my tits.
“Only if you promise to marry me.”
“Do you want the flowers delivered to the same address?” I had to get him out. He made me feel like I needed three showers and a good scrubbing.
“Don’t be shy, baby.” He reached over to touch me but I stepped back. “Come on, baby. How long are we going to do this dance? I know you want—”
Jace walking through the door cut Charles off, thank god. Jace’s eyes were narrowed on the other man, his mouth set in a hard line. He didn’t say a word, he just walked past Charles, made his way around the counter, and gripped the back of my neck possessively. His gaze flicked over my face before moving back to Charles.
Charles didn’t have a lot of sense, at least not enough to sense danger. He scowled at Jace but chose to ignore him and turn back to me.
“You know my stance on monogamy, baby.”
I barely had time to blink before Jace had his hand wrapped around Charles’ throat. Jace kept his grip as he moved back around the counter and walked the smaller man towards the door.
“You won’t come back. If she ever mentions you showed your face here again, I’ll find you and you won’t like what happens after that. Do you understand?”
I couldn’t hear what Charles said back to him but whatever it was satisfied Jace enough to let go. He still shoved Charles out of the shop and turned the ‘Open’ sign around to ‘Closed’ before locking the door and turning back to me. His body was coiled tight as he slowly came at me.
“I should’ve stayed. We wanted you to know we trust you but I’m realizing I don’t trust anyone else.”
I swallowed nervously.
“Jace? I can’t close the shop. I need—”
Jace pulled my order pad to his side of the counter and I watched as he scribbled down an order for thirty arrangements to be delivered to their office building the week after.
“I’ve been meaning to treat the employees to something fresh in the office. Now take off your panties and lean over the counter, little girl.”
My eyes widened.
“What? Here? I can’t—”
“If I take them off, I’m keeping them.” He slowly circled around toward me. “And you’ll spend the rest of your work day in whatever state I leave you in with no panties. It’s time for you to pretend you know how to obey.”
I started to glare at him but he continued before I could even narrow my eyes.
“During sex. I won’t ask you to obey whatever I tell you outside of sex, little girl. I know I’d be wasting my breath. During sex, though, I expect you to be a good girl and do as I tell you. Submit to me, Harley, and I’ll make you glad you did.” He licked his lips as he trailed a single finger down my bare arm.
It wasn’t like I had anything else to do…that’s what I said to myself as I rushed to yank my panties down my thighs. The damp spot in them told the truth. His words lit me on fire. They were all the right words to make me want to give myself to him in whatever way he wanted.
“Good fucking girl. Lean over the counter. Yeah, just like that.” He went to his knees behind me and I felt his breath on my thighs. “I don’t want anyone else to hear you when I make you come, little girl. If you can’t be quiet, I’ll have to shove those pretty panties in your mouth.”
I gripped the other side of the counter and shuddered.
“I’ll try.”
“Sir. You’ll try, Sir.”
I could feel moisture beading on my lower lips.
“I’ll try, Sir.”
He took his time pushing up the back of my dress, planting soft kisses on each inch of skin he exposed. He turned revealing my sex into a slow torture which left me trembling with need. His mouth grazed me everywhere except for where I needed it.
