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Page 118 of Baby Daddy

CHAPTER 50

Dee

“Drake, where are you taking me?” I asked, blindfolded and nestled against him in the backseat of a limo. By the swift, even speed of the vehicle, I was pretty sure we cruising down one of LA’s many intertwining freeways.

“It’s a surprise, my beautiful wife,” he replied with mischief in his voice.

Wife.He called me his wife. It was my new favorite four-letter word (and his too), and it had taken me little time to get used to.

“By the way, you look sexy as sin in that lacey black mask,” he whispered against my neck before nuzzling it. “And it looks hot as hell with your wedding gown still on. I’m almost tempted to fuck you right now in the limo, but we’re almost at our destination.”

“Drake, you’re making me crazy,” I moaned back as he kissed that sensitive spot under my chin that got to me every time.

“That’s my job. Tell me, Mrs. Hanson. Are you wet with need?” he breathed, his hand starting at my ankle and making its way under the layers of tulle that adorned my gown.

I arched my head back as his hand climbed up my thigh and slipped under my garter and panties. He stroked my sensitive folds, his thumb rubbing my pulsing clit.

“Jesus, D-baby, you’re sopping wet for me. God, you make it so fucking hard…to resist you.”

In my mind’s eye, I could picture his rock-hard cock straining against his trousers. That ginormous tent. It was amazing how clearly one could see blindfolded. He brought my hand to his crotch and confirmed what I imagined. Beneath my palm was that hard, hot mound of flesh that was setting me on fire. He was as ready for me as I was for him.

“Are you sure we don’t have time for a quickie?” I murmured, fighting the urge to pull down his fly.

He laughed. “You horny little girl. That’s not the way I want to fuck you. No quick in-and-outers tonight. I’m going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow.” The car slowed down and then came to a stop. “Besides, we’re here at our destination.”

“Can I take my mask off now?” I asked, at once a little disappointed and a lot excited.

“Not yet.”

I heard the passenger door open and a familiar roar sounded in my ears. I let out a gasp. Was it what I thought it was? I wondered as Drake helped me out of the car and then lifted me into his strong arms.

“Drake, are we at—”

“Yup.” I could picture the proud smirk on his lips. I wanted to bite it off. “We’re at the Santa Monica Pier. I thought we’d start our first night as husband and wife off with some fun and excitement.”

“Didn’t we have enough fun and excitement at the wedding?” I asked, the memories of the unforgettable evening swirling in my head as he hauled me across the boisterous pier. I bet all eyes were on us—this gorgeous as a movie star man in a tux carrying his masked bride in her wedding dress toward the amusement park. Still tipsy from all the champagne I drank at the wedding, I felt myself heating and my heart racing as deafening screams filled the warm night air. Gah!

“Are you taking me on the roller—”

“Yup. I’ve pre-arranged everything so we don’t have to wait in line.”

I gulped. From the growing sound of the screams, we were very close to the ride.

“That’s the only ride we’re doing. You’ll be riding me the rest of the night. And I have a very tasty corn dog waiting for you later.”

The rest of the night sounded mouth-watering, but the thought of riding the roller coaster made my stomach knot. You’d think having done it before would make it easier and less intimidating, but knowing how scary it was made it only scarier.

“Am I going to have to wear this mask?” I stammered.

“No, D-baby, I’m going to take it off once we get seated. I want you to see the view at night. Plus, I already miss seeing your eyes.”

A few minutes later, we were in the back seat of the last coaster car. The safety bar down, the car was ready to take off. My mask now sitting atop my head, I had to say that The Pier looked beautiful at night all lit up. Like a box of glittering jewels. Then, to my surprise, in the clear navy sky, a Goodyear blimp floated by.

“Look at the blimp,” I shouted out to Drake, pointing at it and happy for the distraction.

He looked up and then I couldn’t believe my eyes. The LED panel lit up and words that lit up my heart scrolled by.

D-baby, I love you from here to the moon and back.




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