Page 32 of The Hottest Daddy
Sunday sat up, panting for air. “Goddamn freaking nightmares.” Hissing out the words made her feel better. Shit, was she really turning into such a pussy?
She glanced at the clock. A little after 1:00. She knew River would still be up. She called him.
“Hey, beautiful.”
“Gorgeous man. I was just lying here and missing the touch of your hands.”
River chuckled softly. He knew what she wanted. “Feeling horny, pretty girl?”
“Always for you. Do you have any clothes on?”
“Just my underwear.”
“Take it off.”
River laughed. “I will if you will.”
“Oh, I’m taking everything off.”
He groaned. “God, I wish I could be there.”
“What would you do to me?”
“I’d kiss every part of you, starting with your lips, then your throat. I’d suck on each nipple until they were rock-hard and raw. Where is your hand, baby?”
“On my belly.”
“Stroke it for me. Pretend your fingers are mine. I love stroking your belly; it’s so soft. I love running my tongue around your bellybutton. Can you do that? With your finger, I mean, circle your navel and pretend I’m there, licking it, teasing it.”
Sunday moaned softly, her eyes close. “Touch your cock for me, baby. Pretend my lips are closing around it, my tongue sweeping over your wide crest. You’re hard, so hard, baby, and so, so big …”
She heard his sharp intake of breath. “I’m going south, baby, down your belly, and now my tongue is on your clit … God, you taste so good, Sunday … my tongue is in you, going deep, deeper …”
Sunday, her fingers stroking her clit, writhed on the bed. “I want you inside me; your cock is so hard, so hard … fuck me, River, please …”
“I’m in you. Take it all, baby, that’s it … that’s it …”
Sunday came, crying out his name as she stroked her clit and imagining his diamond-hard cock filling her. “God, River … River … I love you so much …”
She heard his long groan of release. “Sunday … forever… I love you …”
After they caught their breath, they talked late into the night. “Only one more night away from each other, then we’re home free.”
“I can’t wait. Good night, baby.”
“Good night, my darling man.”
After that, Sunday had no nightmares. But when she woke in the morning, she found the first note shoved under her door and felt icy cold shock clutch her heart.
I found you, Marley.
Chapter Sixteen
“We have to relocate you.”
Sunday closed her eyes. “No. Sam, no.”
She heard his sigh on the other end of the burner phone. “Sunday, I can’t make you do anything. But if your stalker has found you, your life is in danger.”
