Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(43)

“Now, when you called me daddy in my office that night”—I put my fingers around her throat and lean in closely—“it made me want to defile you and punish you in all sorts of filthy ways. If you want to call me daddy, then I’m going to punish you. I’ll take every fucking liberty I want with your petite little body, and when you tell me you can’t take me fucking you any longer, I’ll flip you on your belly and use your ass. Does that answer your question?”

Her lips are parted, her breath heavy. I know if I dragged my hand up just a little higher I’d feel her panties sopping wet too.

“Your turn.” I wink, releasing her body and drinking down the rest of my bourbon.

“You go,” she croaks the words out, stumbling for her water.

“This is my last question, I guess…” I think for a moment. “Are you fucking anyone?”

“No.” Her answer is quick.

She steps down from her seat, coming to stand right between my thighs.

“Have you pictured me naked?” She absentmindedly runs her hands up my thighs as she leans into me. I don’t think she’s even aware how fucking tightly wound I am right now. The liquor has clearly relaxed her.

I laugh as she reaches for my tie again. “You can always take a shot if you don’t want to answer.”

“What’s your next question? Maybe I’ll keep my shot for the last question.”

“That’s cheating.”

“Yes, I’ve pictured you naked.” I glance down her body. “Doing it right now.”

“Why haven’t you kissed me?” Her voice is breathy as she leans in again, her hands back on my upper thighs this time, clearly unaware how close she is to touching me.

“That your final question?” I take a sip of her water.

She nods her head yes as she drags her teeth over her bottom lip.

“Sweetheart, you’ve got about three seconds before you feel me against your leg.” I glance down at her hands on my thighs but it’s already too late. My cock throbs with need as it threatens to rip through my pants.

She looks up at me before releasing my thighs. “Stop avoiding my question or take the shot.” She points with a nod of her chin to where it sits on the bar.

“I don’t like tequila,” I say as I reach out, grabbing her behind the neck and pulling her to me forcefully.

I press my lips to hers but she’s too stunned to move. I lean back a few inches, my mouth hovering over hers. “Open your mouth for me, sweetheart.” She obeys and I kiss her again. This time I don’t hold back.

I sweep my tongue into her mouth, once, twice, three times. Each time I go deeper. I don’t let myself linger though. I know if I don’t break the kiss now, I’ll have her in the bathroom bent over the counter in about five seconds.

“Now, let’s go home,” I say, tossing a few bills on the bar and grabbing her hand to lead her out to the waiting car.

The night air has cooled. I pull Margot close to me as we exit the bar and slide into the back of the car. I can’t tell if she’s tired or starting to sober up, but she’s dead silent. Worry creeps in and I wonder if I may have pushed her too far too quickly tonight.

But just as we pull into traffic she turns toward me, pulling her dress up and silently climbing into my lap to straddle me. I reach over, sliding the divider up so Phil doesn’t feel uncomfortable.

“What are you doing?” I ask as she settles on my lap. Warmth radiates from between her thighs.

“Why do you like to grab my throat?”

I reach up and do it. “Because it’s so delicate. It’s one of the first things I noticed about you.” I rub my thumb back and forth over her skin before leaning in and planting a soft kiss. “Your skin is so soft. I wanted to drag my tongue up it the moment I saw you.”

“Ohhhh.” Her moan is barely a whisper as I do just that, dragging my tongue up her neck to her earlobe.

“I knew if I kissed you, I was done. I wouldn’t be able to resist you. That’s why I gripped you so tight, trying to keep distance between us.” I pepper her neck with kisses, my hands falling to her hips, gripping them tightly.

In a single moment, we go from teasing to frenzied touching and kissing. I wind my hand in her hair as I reach up and pull the strap and top of her dress down. She’s not wearing a bra. Her tits bounce free, her rosy-pink nipples hardening in the cool air.

I lean forward as I pull her hair back, hard. She yelps a little as her head falls back, exposing her neck and tits to my mouth as I lavish each nipple with kisses. I swirl my tongue around the hard bud once, twice before sucking it into my mouth. I repeat the process on the other, my hand at her hip pushing her down against my rigid cock.

I lean back as she begins to grind against me. I lean forward again, this time biting down on her nipple till she yells in pain.

“I want to fuck you so hard I split you in two,” I grunt.

She opens her eyes, her hands trembling as she reaches for my belt. She undoes it, going for my zipper next, but I dart my hand out to stop her.

“Not like this,” I say. “I’m not going to fuck you tonight, baby; you’ve been drinking.”

She stares at me blankly before moving to fix her dress and climb off me.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to make you come.” I hook her waist and pull her back onto me. I reach up and pull her dress back down as I grab both her tits in my hands, taking them in my mouth, one after the other.