Page 168 of Sins of the Father

“Yuck. What are you doing?” she cries out.

I step closer to her, and she retreats until she’s against the counter. I dip down to her neck and lick it off then gently suck.

She inhales deeply.

“You know what I like about smoked paprika,” I murmur to her, nipping at her ear.

“What?” she breathes.

“It’s hot. Don’t you like to be hot?” I move her hair farther off her neck.

“Mmm.”

I brush my lips lightly against hers. “But I love it when it gets wet.” I move my hand into her panties and slide right into her sex.

Her mouth opens into an O.

“I think we should keep the paprika.” I slide my finger up and rub her clit. “What do you think?”

She whimpers.

I kiss her until she’s panting and pull my hand out of her pants. “Great. I’ll let you get back to work now.” I turn and go into the other room and open my laptop to the spreadsheets Ethan sent over.

A few minutes pass. I’m lost in my numbers when she comes and straddles me. A mischievous grin is on her face. “Hi.”

I push the hair off her face. “Hi.”

She kisses me while circling her hips and dry humping me until my cock is hard.

I move my hand up her shirt and am about to remove it when she ends our kiss and rises. “Back to my spices.” She leaps out of my arms and scurries back to the kitchen.

I guess I deserved that.

I try to concentrate on my numbers again but can’t. She turns on her playlist of songs I don’t know.

I better find out what this is so she can be my sex slave when I win.

I get up and turn. She sits on the barstool, organizing the spices in alphabetical order.

I step forward and trail my finger up her spine, and she shivers. I lean into her ear. “What are you doing?”

“I’m working,” she claims.

“Yeah, me, too.”

She raises her eyebrows. “Doesn’t look like you’re working. Maybe you should go put on a tie.”

“A tie?”

“Yeah. A suit and tie.”

“You want me to put on a suit and tie to work out of the house?”

She spins and pulls me down to her. “I think I’m ready to pay you an office visit.” She wiggles her eyebrows.

“Okay. I’ll humor you.”

She kisses me then smacks my ass. “Good boy.”

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