Page 22 of Daddy's Little 1

But I know she hates this. They’ve been all each other has had for years.

“I’ll keep her occupied. And we’ll have a big homecoming when you get back,” I tell him to soothe them both.

“Sounds like a plan. Thanks, bud. And Happy New Year to you both.”

“Happy New Year,” we both chime before saying our goodbyes.

“Are you okay?” I ask as I pull her to me, stroking her arm.

She throws the blanket over us again and snuggles in. “I’ll be fine. It’s Dad I’m worried about, all alone for the holidays. At least I have you.”

She slides her hand over my heart, and it feels like its steady beat becomes stronger, more potent. Whatever this is with Brenna, it’s more than lust and sex. My feelings for her are growing, changing, and I have no idea how the hell I’m going to tell James. But I have to.

At least I have more time now.

We watch the night progress, fireworks and all, and I kiss her softly as the clock strikes midnight, ushering in a new year. New possibilities? Or broken dreams?

“Hey,” I say as she dozes on me, something I fully intend to let her do because there’s a comfort in it I’ve never experienced before.

“Hmm?” she mumbles lazily.

“I’m taking you on a date this week.”

She chuckles quietly. “Is that a request or a command?”

“Both.” I kiss her forehead and pull her closer.

“Okay, that sounds nice.”

Aye, it does.

* * *

“I have reservations, so please be quick,” I tell Brenna, standing in her bedroom doorway.

I don’t know why I’m so uptight. Maybe it's because there’s a lot riding on this. Apart from the party for her father’s staff and her brief foray into my bar, we’ve been confined to these four walls like our time together is some dirty secret. I don’t want that. Brenna deserves more. She deserves a real date.

“You don’t want to come in the shower with me?” she asks with a wide grin as she sheds her clothes.

Her body is as tempting as ever as she heads for her bathroom where the shower is already running.

I look down at my suit and the cuff links James gave me for Christmas, shaking my head. “As tempting as you are, baby girl, I’m already dressed.”

She backtracks and comes to stand in front of me, pulling my head down for a kiss. I clench my hands into fists to keep them off her, hoping it will be enough to calm my throbbing cock.

But then she grabs my tie and tugs me toward the bathroom.

I follow like a fucking magnet.

“Make it a challenge,” she says in a sultry voice. “How fast can you make me come, and how quickly we get clean afterward?”

I don’t think I’ve ever taken my clothes off faster. I place them carefully on the bed and chase her into the shower.

Grabbing her by her hips, I spin her around like a ragdoll, forcing her to bend over with her luscious arse in the air. My cock twitches at the sight.

I take a moment to run my hands over her back and arse before giving it a smack and sliding right in.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby girl,” I grunt as her cunt grips me like a glove.