Those Three Words: A Single Dad, Billionaire Boss Romance(50)

“You’re right; I was behaving poorly.” I think through what I want to say, but then I stop myself. I don’t want to give her a thought-out, curated answer. I want to just be honest with her. “I felt guilty after what happened between us the night of the event. I was trying to avoid you, to put space between us. But I failed. I couldn’t stop thinking about you with him, on your date.”

“Well, that was my fault because it wasn’t a date and it never was. I said that because…” Her words trail off.

“Because?”

“I dunno, to get a response from you.”

I chuckle. “Well, it certainly worked.”

“I’m actually glad you’re here because I wanted to apologize for Saturday night. I was really unprofessional and I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t,” I say. I don’t want her to apologize. I don’t want her to feel anything but wanting to do it all again. She looks up at me, the corner of her cardigan between her fingers as she fidgets with it.

“I don’t want you to be sorry.”

“You don’t?”

I shake my head and finish off the bourbon.

“No because I can’t stop—thinking about you.”

Her eyes widen in the moonlight, and she perks up even more. “What have you been thinking about?”

I run the tip of my finger over my lips, contemplating how detailed I should get.

“I want to do things to you, Margot.” I see her throat constrict as she swallows. “I want to be rough with you.”

“Rough?” The word sounds like it squeaks out of her throat.

“Mm-hmm, very.” Her eyes never leave mine. I decide in this moment that I’m done holding back. If she wants to know all the filthy things I want to do to her, I’m not going to sugarcoat it.

“I want to tie you to the bed and handcuff your hands behind your back as I force my thick cock down your throat. I want to hear you beg and choke. I want to spank you while I bury myself so deep inside you you’ll be screaming my name. But first, I want you to sit that pretty pussy on my face so I can devour you. I want you so spent, trembling, quaking from me stuffing every single part of you.”

Her mouth falls open slightly as she grips the edge of the chair.

“Does that scare you, baby girl?”

She shakes her head and says, her voice trembling, “N—no.”

“I think you’re lying.” I chuckle. “Lying should be punished.”

“Punished? How?”

“Do you want to find out?”

I sink down into the chair a little more, my legs spread as I stretch them out in front of me.

She nods her head slowly.

I pat my lap. “Come here then, sweetheart.”

She stands and starts to take a step, but I hold out my hand and she stops. “I want you on your hands and knees.” She looks at me, then slowly drops down to the floor. “Crawl to me,” I say.

Her eyes stay on mine as she slowly moves toward me, crawling on her hands and knees.

“That’s right, baby. Come to daddy.”





17





MARGOT





Those three words…

Those three delicious, naughty words instantly set my body ablaze. I put one hand in front of the other as I crawl the few feet to where he’s sitting. When I reach him I stop, sitting back on my feet and placing my hands in my lap.

He reaches down, his thumb coming to rest on the tip of my chin as the rest of his fingers hook beneath it. He tips my head up, dragging his thumb along my lip before sliding it into my mouth. Instinctively, I wrap my lips around the tip and suck.

“Naughty,” he whispers, and then I softly bite it. He sucks in a sharp breath. “Do you understand what I’m going to do to you?”

I nod my head yes.

“I need you to tell me. I need you to tell me you understand that I’m going to take you upstairs to my bed and I’m going to spend the next several hours fucking you.” He leans forward, slipping his thumb deeper in my mouth. “Over and over and over again.”

He pulls his thumb out of my mouth. “I understand.”

He reaches down and hooks his hands under my arms, standing up and bringing me with him. He spins me around to face the door and grabs my hand, walking forcefully out of the room. He’s taking the stairs two at a time, pulling me with him as I struggle to keep up.

Halfway up the stairs, he turns and grabs me, tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me to his room. It’s massive. I slide down the front of his body as I look around. It’s dark, the only light the moon shining through the floor-length windows.

He grabs me and pulls me toward him, his lips smashing against mine in what I can only describe as a frenzied, passionate kiss. His hands are on either side of my head, his tongue demanding entrance. I open my mouth to deepen the kiss. His tongue dances with mine as his hands begin to wander my body. He pulls at my cardigan as he walks us deeper into the room.

He jerks it down my arms, tossing it to the floor as his lips trail from mine down my jaw, to my neck. I close my eyes, my head falling to the side as an unprompted moan falls from my lips. He feels incredible, the hardness of his body against mine.

Suddenly he stops and looks down at me, his fingers softly tracing the bite mark on my shoulder.