Page 69 of Sweeper
I lock eyes with her as I roll onto my shoulder and push my middle finger deep inside her. Daphney sits up on her elbows, her eyes hooded as she lets out a soundless cry. I bite my lip and pump slowly in and out of her.
“It’s been ages since I’ve had a real family dinner.” My eyes struggle between staring up into her stunning eyes or watching what I’m doing to her body. “You don’t think Vaughn would mind, do you? He’s my manager after all.”
Daphney groans, her head sagging backward with loss of control. “My brother Hayden might mind, and he’ll obviously be there.”
I laugh and still my finger inside her. “We’re not going to tell them we’re fucking. Just tell him you’re being neighborly.” I dip my head to kiss her soft belly. “It’s not a lie.”
She eyes me warily for a moment, her hips thrusting up and forcing my finger to move inside her. “Don’t stop. You’re right there.”
Smiling, I ignore her request for me to continue stroking her G-spot and decide to roll my thumb over her clit instead. Her head falls back as she lets out a guttural moan. She likes that too. We’ve only been sleeping together for a week, and she’s become really good at telling me what she likes.
“Can I come?” I ask again, pushing a second finger inside her and curling them upward.
Her entire body tenses, and I can tell she’s on the precipice of another orgasm. God, she’s so responsive. I could climax just watching her.
She grinds against my hand and nods feebly. “Fine, whatever. Come to Sunday dinner. Now finish what you’ve started, Soccer Boy, or I will make you pay.”
With a victorious smile, I swap my finger out for my tongue and savor in the double victory of her orgasm and my scored invitation to Sunday dinner.
Zander
“Don’t wear the hat,” Daphney states, her eyes blinking nervously at me from the driver’s seat of her car.
“Why not?” I ask, removing it and combing my fingers through it because I’m sure it looks like shit now.
“It’s very American and way too casual.” She stares at the gated entrance of Vaughn Harris’s house in Chigwell with a look of dread.
“Should I have worn a suit?” I inquire, anxiety prickling my mood. “You said a button-down was good enough.”
“It is. You look fine.” She tears her gaze away from the house, and her eyes soften as she takes in my appearance. She combs her fingers through my hair that’s getting really long because I’m in serious need of a cut. “You look great actually.”
“Why are you so nervous then?” I ask, my tone crisp because if anyone should be nervous right now, it’s me. I’m walking into the home of a man who may or may not be my birth father and hoping to extract a lock of hair like a total serial killer. Pretty sure I should be the one freaking out right now.
“I just should have thought about this more,” she rushes out, wringing her hands in her lap. “I don’t want my brother to think you and I are together. That would be very, very bad.”
“Well, I don’t want that either, but why exactly are you so worried about it?” I’m surprised that I feel slightly offended by her statement.
She exhales heavily and chews her lip. “Because it’s too soon after all the drama from last year.”
I frown at that odd reply. “What the hell does that mean? What drama?”
She swallows and turns her blazing blue eyes at me. When she looks straight at me like that, it often takes my breath away. I don’t think Daphney has any clue how stunning she is.
“Well, I ended up taking my last boyfriend to court, and it cost my parents quite a bit of money.”
“Come again?” I ask, my voice taking on a strange tone as my hands clench to fists on my lap. “Did he…did he hurt you?” I’m shocked at the rage billowing up inside me. The fact that any man could hurt someone as sweet and innocent as Daphney is making me see red.
“He didn’t hurt me physically, but he did steal from me.” She shakes her head like it’s a memory she doesn’t want to revisit.
I frown, waiting for her to continue.
“It’s a long story and you don’t need to hear all the gory details. Just please don’t give my brother any impression that you and I are sleeping together, okay? None of that winking you did in front of my other brother that day I was giving Marisa her piano lesson.”
“I winked at you?”
“Yes,” she snaps. “And Theo called me afterward to ask if something was going on between us.”
“What did you tell him?”
