Page 67 of Sweet Possession
“Did I hurt you?”he asked, his eyes twinkling with adoration.
A lazy smile crept over my lips.“No, Daddy. I can’t wait to dothatagain.”
I nuzzled my cheek against his chest, the soft material of his shirtbrushing against my heated skin. Blinking at the computer screen, a little giggle burst free.
“I think I made you miss your meeting,”I said, looking up at him.
His gaze drifted over to the computer screen where a message wasflashing to indicate the meeting had come to an end.
Fox chuckled too.“Baby girl, if that’s what happens every time youmake me miss a meeting, I’ll gladly miss them all.”
Fox insisted on carrying me back up to his ensuite, making sure theshower was at the perfect temperature before helping me in. He stripped off his own clothes and followed me under the hot water before taking his time to clean every inch of my body with soap anda sponge.
When it was my turn to clean him, the chiming of the doorbell rangout through the house.
Fox sighed.“One of these days Ireallyam going to murder Nash,”hegrumbled, resting his forehead against mine.
I smirked.“How do you know it’s him?”
“Because Nash is the only sadistic fucker I know who would enjoyruining my morning of being naked with you.”He sighed again.“Plus, he messaged before our meeting earlier to say he was coming over.”
Cursing under his breath about how he hoped Nash got blue balls,Fox left me to shower alone, telling me to come downstairs when I was ready.
I took my time washing my hair, allowing the memory of how Fox hadfucked me on his desk to replay over and over in my head. I certainly hoped there would be a repeat ofthat.
When I’d rinsed all the soap out of my hair, I quickly dried off anddressed in a summer dress, taking a few minutes to stare at my reflection in the tall mirror in Fox’s room.
Well,ourroom. When we’d arrived home last night, Fox demandedthatI move all my stuff into his room, jokingthatI was never allowed to sleep in the spare room again. There were no complaints from me, waking up next to him every morning was the best feeling ever.
I fluffed up my hair, smiling at myself. The past few weeks had been awhirlwind, and sometimes I had to remind myselfthatthis was my new reality.
The face of my father flittered into my mind, but I pushed itaway. I meant what I’d said to Fox when he told me my dad had left Vegas. I refused to give him power over me anymore. He’d controlled my life for long enough, and I wasn’t going to let his memory ruin my happiness nowthatI’d found it.
With a grin still firmly in place, I headed off to join Fox and Nash, onlyto be pleasantly surprised when I found Savannah had come over with Nash. The three of them were in the kitchen, the delicious aroma of coffee filling the air.
“Cora, hey!”Savannah beamed at me from where she sat at theisland.
“Hi,”I replied, waving a hand awkwardly first at Savannah, andthento Nash who smiled kindly back at me.
On the other side of the kitchen, Fox was making coffee. He turned tolook at me, his eyes darkening as they roamed over my body, landing on my bare legs.
I loved it when he looked at me likethat.
It made me feel like he owned me.
“Perfect timing, baby girl,”he said, returning his attention to thecoffee.“Take a seat, I’ll bring you a drink over.”
“Come and tell me all about New York,”Savannah gushed, pulling outthe chair next to her and patting it.
Smiling, I crossed the room to sit next to her.“Are you feeling better?”
“Much better, thanks. Now, did you go to the top of the Empire State?Oh, and did you get to see a show?”She was practically bouncing in her chair like an excitable child, clapping her hands.“Sorry, I’vejustnever had the chance to go to New York, so I’m living vicariously through you.”
“I told you, sweetheart. As soon as you get the okay to fly, we’ll havea babymoon in New York.”
“A babymoon?”Fox asked, placing a steaming cup of coffee in frontof me.“What the fuck is a babymoon?”
“It’s a short vacation before the baby comes along and ruins our life,”Savannah replied before turning to face Nash.“And I told you, if I’ve got nine months of discomfort, followed by pushing something the size of a watermelon out of my vagina,thenI deserveat leasttwo weeks somewherehot and relaxing beforehand. Now, will you two please be quiet so Cora can tell me all about their trip.”
