Page 10 of Bounty Hunter's Obsession

He kisses me in the mouth, flavors of one another swirling with an intense passion that I don’t know what to do except let Hayden guide me through this moment.

“I want to feel you, Daddy. All of you, inside of me. Please,” I beg him.

His grin is seductive as he positions himself at my entrance, but he doesn’t move inside of me. Instead, he rubs his shaft between my lips, against my clit. The friction is bringing me over the next orgasmic cliff and I can’t stop it.

When I feel Hayden’s fingers dip back inside of my sex, my body arches into him as he continues to slide himself over my pussy. His mouth moves from mine down to my neck and over the shirt where his teeth move over my nipples. He nibbles gently before taking them firmly between his lips and I can’t take it. I have to get this damn shirt off.

Hayden stops my frantic movements, pulling his fingers out of me to brace himself against the bed while his other hand grabs both my wrists to pin them to the mattress above my head. His smile is telling.

Hayden’s in control as he moves the hem of the shirt up until he can see my entire frame on display. The warmth of his mouth over my breast sends a chill down my body that stops dead center between my thighs. I want him to fuck me, make love to me, anything to release this tension that’s building up again.

His head dips from between my breasts down to the apex of my pussy. When I feel his mouth on me again, I close my eyes to let the pleasure wash over me. His fingers slide in and out, working in unison with his tongue to make me feel things I’ve never felt before.

I feel that sweet release once more before I hear his own. Hayden’s face is red but sated as he stands up beside the bed, his hand holding that meaty cock of his with creamy white liquid spilling out.

“Don’t move, baby girl.”

I don’t. He heads into the bathroom where I hear the water running for a moment before he returns with a warm towel to wash me off. When he’s done, he gets into bed beside me. The shirt does just enough to cover me, and Hayden pulls me into his side.

There’s only a few minutes of silence before we both fall asleep. It’s the first night in a long time that I get to sleep peacefully without fear. I feel safe with Hayden.

A few hours later, when the sun breaches the curtains in the room, I wake up to the scent of coffee brewing and bacon sizzling. At least, it smells like it’s still sizzling.

Shit.

I have to go to work.

I’m a mess as I dash out of bed and into the bathroom. It doesn’t take long to get showered, but my clothes are nowhere to be found. I take the steps practically two at a time to get down to the first floor where I see Hayden in the kitchen. There’s a large plate of food and a pitcher of orange juice on the counter.

“Morning, baby girl. You sleep good?” he asks without turning around.

“Yes, Daddy.”

That gets him to throw a seductive grin my way. “You look a little panicked. Everything alright?”

“I have to work a double today,” I tell him. “I can call out, but that’ll make the diner short-staffed, and they don’t have anyone else to cover for me since I picked up the shift to cover one of the other waitresses.”

“It’s okay. What time do you have to be in?”

“By nine, no later than 10. They’re okay for the morning rush, but then Gloria’s gotta go, and I’m supposed to pick up the rest of her shift.”

Hayden stops cooking, turning around with a plate in his hand that he slides toward me across the island countertop. “Do you actually like waitressing?”

“Not really. I’m doing it to pay for the impound … lot.” The realization hits me just as his bright white smile does. “Shit. I guess I don’t have to go in if I no longer need the job. I’ll at least finish out the week because they gave me a job when no one else would.”

“Well, if you’d like, I can run you by a few stores if you want to grab some clothes. Your stuff from last night is in the dryer and should be done in a second.”

“You cook and do laundry? Your garage was immaculate, so you like to clean, too.”

“Like is a very strong word,” he says with a chuckle. “I’m on the road a lot with my job. It doesn’t make sense to keep a dirty place when I might have to take off after a fugitive at any given moment. Besides, every adult man should know how to look after himself. Speaking of my job, when do you want to handle this business with the district attorney?”

“As soon as possible. I should get my lawyer on the phone, right?”

Hayden nods, but he looks uncertain. “I know your lawyer. He’s a shitty one. Let me talk to a few people and see what I can do before you call him in. The DA owes me a few favors for the number of people I’ve brought to trial for them.”

“You really want to take care of me?” I still can’t fathom why a perfect stranger wants to go through so much for me.

“If you let me, baby girl. Daddy’s always gonna take care of you.”

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