She might not be able to find another Duke.
“So, what do you say, Sunny?”
“I say yes,” she replied.
He grinned. Oh Lord, his smile was to die for.
“That’s my brave girl.”
She had never thought of herself as being all that brave before.
“Come here,” he demanded huskily.
She stood and he reached out, grasping hold of her hips to bring her between his thighs. He was sitting on the edge of the desk, his long legs spread out in front of him. The warmth of him made her gasp.
He drew her tight against him. “I thought I told you to put on a sweatshirt.”
“I don’t. . .I don’t have one with me and if I put on my jacket, I’m gonna be cold when I go out later.”
He grumbled at that. “I can see I’m going to have to watch you closely. I don’t want my girl getting sick because she’s not properly dressed.”
His girl.
Holy hell.
Even if he wasn’t interested in being her Daddy, she still would have said yes because Duke was like catnip. Irresistible and addictive. If she could rub herself over him without looking like a complete weirdo, she would.
He cupped her ass as he held her and she buried her face in his neck. This was heaven. His arms were solid around her. Not too tight but not too loose either.
“Just right,” she muttered.
“What was that?”
“Oh, nothing. Sometimes I talk to myself. I think it’s because I’m alone so much.”
“You’re not alone any more, baby girl.”
No, she wasn’t. And it was a huge relief. She hated being alone. She was lonely. Starved for touch, affection.
“You sure you know what you’re agreeing to here? I might not have a lot of experience being a Daddy, but I’m pretty sure I’ll catch on quick. I like being in control. I’m probably going to be stricter with you than you’ll want, but I look after what’s mine.”
The possessive words maybe should have sent alarm bells ringing. She barely knew him after all. But she wanted to be his. She was so tired of making every decision herself. Even when she was with Greg, she’d handled most of the day-to-day stuff.
She was tired. She was lonely. Her Little wanted a strong Daddy to protect her. To coddle her when she needed it. A Daddy that cared about her enough to give her rules and enforce them.
“I know what I’m agreeing to.”
He grabbed hold of her ponytail and gently tugged her face back. Then he kissed her. It started off light, in direct contrast to the hand he kept firmly wrapped in her hair, holding her still.
A shiver of pleasure ran up her spine.
She loved how he took charge, but wasn’t an asshole. How she wasn’t in charge, but she still knew she could say something and he’d stop immediately.
He was arrogant but not a jerk.
His tongue slid along her lips. She opened her mouth to his silent command, letting him dip his tongue inside to play with her. She groaned and he deepened the kiss. He became more demanding. His touch more heated.
He grasped hold of her hips then slid his ass backwards, pulling her with him so she straddled his hips, kneeling on the desk as he continued to ravage her mouth. Her pussy was pressed up against his crotch and she could feel his hardness even through the denim of his jeans.