The employer smiled at us as she scanned our items.
James glanced at me and said in a firm voice, “I said I’d pay for it.” He slid the shiny black card to her, making me and her double take on it. He was definitely rich,rich.
She gladly took the card and swiped it, smiling at me. “Yes, hon. Let your daddy pay for it.”
My cheeks warmed. She thought he was my… daddy?
“She’s n—”
“Yes, of course.” I grinned at her, giving my daddy a side hug and feeling him stiffening underneath my touch. “I’ll let my daddy pay for it.”
Flickering my eyes at James, I found him forcing a smile at the employee as she packed our items in a paper bag and handed it to him. He took the bag before I could and wrapped his arm around me, dragging me away from the employee as I waved at her, giggling underneath my breath.
“Thank you for spoiling me,Daddy.” I emphasized the last word, blinking at him.
His dark gaze drifted to me and I was surprised to find the similar expression on his face as before, when he found out I was wet. His hold tightened on my waist and I took a shuddering breath, feeling the hard ridges of his muscles through his shirt.
James leaned down and brushed his lips on my ear, making me shiver. “Don’t call me that again unless you want to be punished for it, Princess.”
“P-punished?”
“Of course. Spoiled little brats like you need to be punished by their daddies so they don’t misbehave.” He tilted his head, his expression serious. “Wouldn’t you say so?”
IS IT HARD ENOUGH?
JAMES
Iwanted her to shake her head and call me her daddy again.
It was fucked up, but I wanted to take her over my knee and spank her cute little ass until she begs me to touch her. Especially when she kept looking at me with her wide doe eyes like an innocent vixen. As if her white little panties weren’t wet.
Fuck. Get a hold on yourself.
The trill of my phone alarm made me pull away from her. I ignored the way I missed her warmth and cherry scent and turned off the alarm. It was a reminder to reach Clyde’s home for dinner.
Dinner with a naughty little vixen. And my friend who’s her father.
Well, dinner was going to be hard. Literally.
“Let’s go home.”
Thankfully, Mia said nothing the whole ride home. Unfortunately, it made the tension between us increase and I had to force my hands on the steering wheel because she kept squirming in the seat. Her fingers curled tightly over her school skirt, and it was a good reminder for my self-control.
Not only she was my friend’s daughter, I was also her teacher.
* * *
Dinner was boring without Mia.The tacos felt like chewing through rocks even though they were delicious because Clyde’s cooking was one of the best I’ve ever had.
“She’s locked up and doing her assignments,” Clyde said when I took a small breather in the washroom.
I had to get away from Mia and her sweet cherry perfume. Had to wash my face with cold water and take a hard look in the mirror. She was fucking seventeen and my friend’s daughter. My student, too.
It could never happen. Whatever we had between us. Even though she gets her little white panties soaked just by being near me, and I want to find out how she’d moan when I—
“Is it hard enough?”
I coughed and looked at Clyde’s green eyes across the dining table.I don’t think he saw my hard on, did he?That’d be fucking weird.