Page 23 of Daddy's Laws

“Bryant!”

“Just giving you fair warning,” he said with an easy shrug that didn’t remotely match the tumult of emotions inside him. “My house, my rules, remember?”

“We’re not at your house, and there was no rule about pouting.”

“Now there is. And you’ve had your warning.”

“You can’t be serious.”

Capturing her chin in his hand, he forced her head back so she was looking up at him. If her eyes hadn’t glazed over with need, if her breathing hadn’t turned ragged, he might have backed off.

But when her hungry eyes met his, there was no way he could have reeled himself back in, even if he’d wanted to. “Try me, little girl. If you can’t play the game without sulking, we’ll leave early and you’ll spend the evening showing me how good girls use their mouths.”

“I’m not sulking.”

“You are.” Tightening his grip on her face, he grinned down at her. “And while I actually find it really fucking adorable, it’s making it hard as hell to not kiss you senseless every thirty seconds.”

He could practically see the thoughts racing through her mind, her eyes were so expressive. “All right,” she said at length, her mouth moving to a far-too-knowing smirk. “We’ll play it your way.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, and her eyes lit with pleasure a moment before she pulled away.

Thank god he’d chosen a pair of loose-fitting shorts for this particular outing. His cock was embarrassingly hard, and he had to take a moment to casually adjust his clothing as it was.

At the next hole, he went first again, neatly knocking his ball into the hole with one stroke. Glancing up at her, he was almost disappointed to find her smiling serenely at him.

“Nice shot, lawyer-boy.”

“Thanks.” Stepping back, he let her take her shot. When her ball ended up nowhere near the hole, he watched her, but the small, satisfied smile never left her face.

Somehow, she kept it up until the very last hole. And he should have been proud of her, but every smile, every calm look she sent his way, just seemed to dig further and further under his skin. There was a certain amount of regret that she wasn’t playing along, bratting her way into the punishment he’d laid out, but that wasn’t all. It was the smugness around her lips, in her eyes, even in the sway of her goddamn hips that got to him.

She’d beaten him at his own game and she damn well knew it.

In the end, he was the one sulking as they made their way to the car. “Ready to go home, princess?”

“Actually, it’s such a nice night. Why don’t we go for a drive?”

Something in her tone sent alarm bells ringing in his head, but his curiosity won out in the end. “A drive sounds perfect.”

It wasn’t until they were zipping their way up the Coastal Highway that he realized her intentions. From the corner of his eye, he watched as she slipped the shoulder strap of her seatbelt behind her back.

“What are you doing?”

“Having fun. Just keep driving, Monroe.”

A moment later, he felt her fingers brushing against his cock and the give of the zipper as she tugged it down. And then she was leaning over, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock, her tongue dancing along the sensitive underside in a way that nearly made him go cross-eyed.

“Fuck! Stop that, Shannon. You’re going to make me wreck the goddamn car.”

Laughter had her mouth vibrating around his cock and with a string of swear words, he swung the car onto the shoulder. Shoving the gear shift into park, he reached under her to release her seatbelt.

“You want to play, little girl?” With a fistful of her hair, he shoved her head down, groaning when her throat contracted around him. When the sound of her gagging reached him, he pulled her up enough for her not to be choking on him. Using his hold on her hair to guide her, he fucked her mouth right up until he was about to come.

Yanking her head up, he glared down into her glazed, defiant eyes. And everything clicked into place. She hadn’t been avoiding sucking him off, she’d just wanted to do it on her terms, not his.

Brat. That was what she was, through and through. An adorable, infuriating, wonderful, manipulative little brat.

“You still think you’re in control here, princess?”

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