“Daddy.” She whispers and my dick is on point. She knows how to control me with that single word. “But I have to work tomorrow...Lucielle.”
“You really want that job princess? You want to work for her?”
“I want to succeed. I want to follow my dream.”
I kiss her nose. “Tell you what. You let me call in a favor for you this one time. I know people that know people.” She squinches up her nose and I hold up a finger to her lips. “Just this once.”
“Fine.” She can’t fight the smile. “I sort of hate Lucielle. Maybe I’ll just start my own business. Take a risk. I’m tired of being abused by her just hoping for her endorsement. I think if she fires me, I’ll figure something out. If I can stand up to Derrick Marcus and win, I can handle Lucielle.”
“My princess. My Caramia. Daddy loves you more than you will ever know. Now, let’s go get on that plane.”
E P I L O G U E
WILLOW
Six months Later
“I’ll come over there and give you a wallop you don’t get me my brandy.” Maisy rolls forward to where Pike is pouring her a drink.
The lights are still twinkling on the Christmas tree. It’s been an incredible few months and this New Year’s Eve is just another celebration of the amazing life Daddy and I are building.
“This is your last one.” Pike turns around and hands Maisy a snifter of her brandy.
“Don’t you tell me when it’s my last one.” She snatches it from him and spins her wheelchair around with her free hand. Pike winks at me as I rub my belly.
I’m only three months along and I can’t wait for my belly to be bigger. I thought I would be insecure about getting even rounder, but Pike has taught me just how beautiful I am no matter what I think. My curves turn him on and seeing that in his eyes has repaired some of the years of self-loathing I had regarding my full figure.
“You tell your husband to mind his business Willow. I’m ninety-two years old, what am I going to do if I have another drink? Die?” Maisy settles in a spot by the roaring fire Pike made.
Who knew such a refined businessman could turn all lumberjack whenever we come here to the cabin.
He’s even wearing flannel for God’s sake.
And it’s hot AF.
“Hey, lumber-Daddy.” I wink back and Pike gives me that look. The one that says in no uncertain terms, ‘You’re getting very close to a spanking young lady.’
“Willow.” He draws my name out in playful admonishment.
“Sorry.” A pout and an eyelash flutter grants me temporary asylum. I see the twinkle in his eye.
Pike comes over to stand in front of me. Kissing my forehead.
“Get a room.” Maisy chimes in. “And tell all these other men to leave me the hell alone. I’m not going home with any of them tonight. And when my Henry gets here, if they don’t back off, he’s going to knock them into next week.”
She jabs a finger in the air point toward nothing but what she sees in her mind.
“They can’t help themselves.” Pike says. “A woman like you drives men mad. It’s a miracle
I can hold myself back.”
I swat his arm. “You better hold yourself back Pike Richards.”
He leans down to my ear. “You know holding back is not in my vocabulary only when it comes to you Caramia.” He leans down and kisses me with that raw passion that takes my knees out from under me.
His tongue swoops into my mouth. I can still taste myself on him from when he flipped my skirt up and ate me from behind as I put the finishing touches on the candy buffet that covers the kitchen island.
My pussy gushes. I’ve learned to just live with being wet nearly 24 x 7. Pike likes me that way and it’s darn good thing, because just he sight, sound or thought of him can put me on the edge of an orgasm in the blink of an eye.