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“Careful,” she warned playfully.“Could get expensive.”
“I’d expect nothing less.”
“Hey!”She swatted my arm.“I’m not expensive!”
“Your four-hundred-dollar perfume says otherwise!”
Her jaw dropped.“You snooped!”
“Guilty.”I didn’t see the point in hiding it.“I wanted to know what made you smell so damn good.”
“I don’tonlybuy expensive things,” she argued.“And I’m not looking for a sugar daddy to buy me nice things either.”
“Good thing,” I said with a laugh, “because I’m not sure I’d qualify for the sugar part.”I nuzzled her neck and inhaled the lovely scent still clinging to her.“But I’ll be yourdaddyanytime you want.”
“Shane.”She shivered and gripped my shoulders as I kissed a slow trail along her throat.“I don’t think this table can hold up to another round of this.”
“That sectional in your living room looks pretty sturdy,” I murmured darkly, my cock already starting to ache for her again.I slipped my hand under her nightgown and palmed her breast.I brushed my thumb over her nipple, feeling it harden like a pebble.My other hand moved between her legs, and she gasped as I swirled my fingertips through her still slick labia and around her clit.“What do you say?”
She shuddered against my cheek, her breaths coming fast and shallow.Calling back to my offer, she flirtatiously said, “Let’s go, Daddy.”
Fuck.Me.
I’m done.
I’m absolutely ruined.
I’m hers now.
All hers.
Chapter seven
Melissa
Three weeks Later
“Lookwhatmymomjust dropped off!”Nataly announced as she swanned into the library with two heavy insulated bags in her hands.“Lunch!”
I smiled but then indicated my head toward the reading corner where Daisy was curled up in the oversized glider and cozied up under one of the donated quilts.Nataly made an apologetic face and then quietly made her way across the library to one of the study sections.I abandoned my stack of weeded books that were beyond repair and joined her at the long tables there.
“Is she still sick?”Nataly asked, her voice soft.
“She says she’s not.”I glanced at Daisy with concern.“But I found her puking yesterday during the break between in-service workshops.”
“See!I told Becky she’s not well.I found her dry heaving in the parking lot on Wednesday.Becky said she’s fine, just stressed and tired.”Nataly narrowed her eyes with suspicion.“I’m not buying it.”
“She’s got a lot going on,” I remarked, thinking of her terrible living situation.“She’s watching her sister’s kids every minute she’s not here at the school.She’s got her dad squatting in the house still.”I scowled.“And don’t forget that nightmare brother-in-law always causing trouble.”
“I should have run him over with my truck when I had the chance,” Nataly growled.“No jury would have convicted me after seeing the marks on her throat and her black eyes.”
My stomach rolled with disgust at the memory of Daisy’s battered face that night in April.She had gotten between her sister and her longtime boyfriend, a violent piece of shit who had been using his fists instead of his words.The boyfriend had picked Daisy up by the throat, practically crushing her windpipe in both hands, and then banged her head against the wall so badly he had given her a concussion.
He was out on bond now, though I couldn’t understand how a criminal like that could be allowed to roam free.There were restraining orders against him, but from what Daisy said, her sister wanted to forgive him.Sometimes it felt like Daisy loved her nieces and nephew more than their own mother did.
“I asked her to move in with me again,” Nataly confessed, lowering her voice to an even softer volume.“I have space.I wouldn’t even charge her rent.”
“But she won’t leave the kids,” I said, knowing that story all too well.“I asked her to come live with me after the New Year’s Eve incident.”Another time she’d gotten between the boyfriend and her sister.A broken wrist that time.One she had sworn she had broken during a fall.Her niece Emory had given me the real story a few days later while helping me check-in overdue books, an activity many of my kiddos loved to do.“I even told her to bring the kids.”
