Page 9 of Daddy's Temptation

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Page 9 of Daddy's Temptation

No sex. No orgasms during a scene at all for me. My battery-operated boyfriend gets all of those. After tonight, B.O.B won’t ever scratch that itch again.

“Will you be happy if I tell you the only thing you can have is my body? That this thing between us is temporary.” My mind rebels against this offer. It goes against all of my good sense, but the temptation is too great to deny. I just have to turn my heart off.

Easy peasy.

The little part of me is laughing gleefully, knowing she’s gotten her way. She’s ready to throw our heart at Andre.

This might be the most epic mistake I’ve made in my life, but I’m going to do it anyway.

Andre’s jaw ticks. It’s his tell that he’s not happy about something but is trying to rein in his kneejerk reaction to get angry. “Fine. But for as long as we are doing this, you’re mine and only mine.” He crosses his arms over his muscular chest. “No one else touches this body but me.”

He pulls me close again, running his hands down my back to my ass. “No one spanks this sexy little ass.” He trails his hands around and cups my pussy in his palm. “This tight cunt is only for my pleasure.” I shiver at the possessive touches, knowing with no uncertainty I will agree to his terms. I don’t want anyone else. Goosebumps erupt on my skin as his rough fingertips move up my stomach. His hand molds to my breast. “These pert little tits are for me and me alone.” He pinches my nipple through my shirt, and I gasp from the sensitivity. “Your berry pink nipples will know only my touch.”

He crushes his lips to mine, and I open for his invasion. Andre fists my hair, controlling every second of our kiss. I submit, following his lead as his tongue possesses my mouth. He breaks away, leaving me breathless and needy.

“I am your daddy. You aremylittle angel.” I don’t miss the emphasis on the ‘my.’

“For now,” I add.

There’s a flicker of frustration on Andre’s face, but he quickly shutters it. “For now,” he agrees. He says the words, but his ‘for now’ sounds a lot like an ‘until I convince you otherwise.’

“This could get messy. What if things end badly?” I ask, already second-guessing this whole thing. “What will Sugar think?”

“We’re both adults, Candace. We can do what we want. This has nothing to do with Sugar.”

I chew my bottom lip, knowing I’m just trying to come up with excuses as to why this is a bad idea. “If things end badly…”

Andre shakes his head. “It won’t. We’re both clear on exactly what this is… right?” He quirks one of his strong brows in question.

“Right.” Totally crystal clear… like mud. Messy, dirty, sink-to-your-ankles deep mud.

“It’s settled then,” he says decisively.

He walks me out to the car I called to take me home. When I open the door and make to climb inside, he makes a disgruntled sound. “You should be checking the app and making sure the driver is the one on the app. It’s not safe. I should be taking you home.”

“We already had this argument.” I unlock my phone and show Andre that this is, in fact, the right car and driver.

He’s surly because he wanted to take me home and I refused. Driving me home adds a layer of intimacy that our relationship of sorts doesn’t have. I’m his during scenes, and that’s it.

Ha!

It already feels like a lie. Maybe if I say it often enough, it’ll be true. Outside of the club I’m just Candace, and he’s just Andre. Yes, he’s taken me home in the past from time to time, but now that can’t happen. I need a firm line drawn in the sand to keep my feelings from getting muddled.

Another lie. I’m already beyond muddled. One night into this thing, and I’ve lost control.

My apartment is just as lonely and quiet as it was when I left. I take a quick shower and crawl into bed. I click the light off and turn the TV I got for my bedroom to drown out the utter silence. It doesn’t take long for me to fall into dreams of Andre.

8

Andre

Roland sitsacross from my desk, his ankle resting on his knee as he looks through the file I handed him. Roland used to be a cop and now freelances as a private investigator. Something isn’t sitting right with all the roadblocks I’ve encountered in purchasing property for the new location. The owner of the last place was upside down in debt and had been trying to sell for months without luck. He was thrilled when I put in my offer. He practically did backflips from relief. There is no reason he would back out at the last minute unless there is something else going on.

“So you think someone is sabotaging you?”

I rub my temples, staving off the growing headache. “I don’t know. It’s just doesn’t make any sense for three separate owners to back out at the last minute. This last one is even more confounding. He’s in debt up to his eyeballs. He practically threw the keys at me when I offered him full asking price.”

“Hm…” Roland closes the file and taps it on his shoe. “I’ll look into it.”




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