Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44188 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
I don’t have a ton of experience with men. I had a boyfriend my last year of high school, first year of junior college. Then a few hookups after that relationship cooled off and died. And that’s about it.
Nothing on Earth prepared me for sex with Blaze.
Do you even call it sex?
Or is there some other name when it involves spanking and being tied up and taken hard?
I don’t care what you call it—I loved it.
I want more.
The thing that’s confusing me, is what this all means to Blaze.
Is it only about the fetish? Is he just into someone he can spank and play daddy to?
I almost moan aloud as I realize how badly I want Blaze to daddy me. I imagine him imposing rules and enforcing them with the kind of discipline he delivered last night.
Hot.
But is that a relationship? Or just a hookup? Does he want more than this? I mean, he can’t give me more, can he?
We work together. What we’re doing is already forbidden. We knew from the start these were like stolen kisses.
We’re scratching an itch, no more.
And with that in mind, I start to slowly peel my body from his, holding my breath to keep from waking him. I shouldn’t have spent the night.
Why didn’t I get dressed and head home when it was over? I can’t believe I fell asleep! He was probably annoyed I hung around.
Although he didn’t seem that annoyed. His arm was around me, after all. It wasn’t just me plastering my body against his.
Well, mostly it was, but yeah.
I slip on my clothes and pick up my shoes, tiptoeing to the living room to put them on. I’m hopping on one foot when a tattooed arm snakes around my waist and lifts me into the air.
“Where do you think you’re sneaking off to, little dragon?”
“Oh, um, I…”
He hasn’t put me down yet. His breath is hot on my neck.
“There’s no sneaking off. Not unless you want another trip over my knee.”
Oh lordy.
My pussy squeezes. Why is it sexy when he treats me like a naughty schoolgirl?
“Do you have somewhere to go?” He finally sets me down on my feet, but doesn’t release me. “I wanted to cook you breakfast.”
My heart flutters.
He wanted to cook me breakfast!
That doesn’t sound like it was just a hookup, does it?
“Yeah, okay. I can stay.”
“Good.” He kisses my neck and releases me.
I attempt to drag my fingers through my tangled hair.
“Come here,” he says, taking my hand and pulling me toward the bathroom in his bedroom. He produces a new toothbrush, still in the package. “Toothbrush.” He points to the counter. “Comb.” He opens the cabinet below and indicates the stack of neatly folded terry cloth. “Towels.” He whips the shower curtain open and tips his head toward it. “Make yourself at home. You eat pancakes?”
I grin at him, stupidly. “Yep.”
He smiles back. “Great. Take a shower—freshen up. They’ll be ready when you’re done.”
Swoon.
Damn. I am falling for this guy.
Hard.
I am so screwed.
Blaze
I fucking love taking care of Lia. I don’t know why caretaking is my thing, but it probably goes with the hero complex and never feeling like I can do enough.
Regardless, Lia calling me daddy does something powerful to me. Makes me want to spoil her like a princess.
And spank her silly.
I want her turning those big green eyes on me like I’m her everything, the way she did last night. I want her naked and begging for release. I want her on my lap, riding me like a cowgirl. I want to be the recipient of that wide, trusting smile. The guy who makes her troubles cease and gives her a safe place to be herself. I want to know her secrets, good and bad. I want to protect her from anyone who stands in her way, anyone who tries to hurt her.
Yeah, I’ll be her daddy.
In a heartbeat.
But I better figure out how in the hell I’m going to keep us a secret at work. Because the first time she’s in serious danger, I’m going to lose my shit.
I make a full diner breakfast—eggs, bacon and pancakes with a chocolate chip smiley face. What? She calls me daddy, right?
When she comes out, fresh-faced and dewy, it’s all I can do to keep from shoving her over the kitchen table and claiming her again. But I’m supposed to be taking care of her, so I adjust my cock and wave her into a seat.
She smiles as she slips into a chair and I place a heaping plate in front of her. “Smiley pancakes!” she squeals.
I pull a can of whipped cream from the fridge. “Want some?”
She nods but opens her mouth.
Oh fuck. I am not going to survive breakfast. I squirt spirals of whipped cream into her mouth until she waves her hand to stop me, then I pile some on her pancake while she works to swallow.