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Don’t I?
Because that question makes my tummy ache even more than the thought of crawling back to my parents, I shove it firmly out of my mind. Of course I miss my old life. The travel, the adventures. All of it.
“What are you thinking so hard about, princess?”
Jasper’s quiet question jolts me out of my whirling thoughts, and I force myself to smile for him. To pretend like I’m not plotting to leave him the first chance I get. “Just thinking about how much fun I had with Tori today. Did you know she has like, a bajillion princess dresses? With tiaras to match?”
Chuckling, he plucks me off the seat beside him and settles me on his lap so I’m straddling his thighs. He gives the front of my dress a tug, and my breasts spill out into his clever hands. “Would my good girl like some princess dresses of her own to play dress up with? I’m sure Solene has others.”
Pleasure rushes through me as he pinches my nipples, hard enough to have me whimpering at the pain. “I’m not a good girl.”
“Nonsense, princess. Even when you’re a brat, you’re my good girl.”
Guilt swirls in my stomach. “No, I’m not.”
“What brought this on?” he murmurs, running his thumbs over my stiff peaks. “What’s wrong with my little princess?”
“I just don’t see how you can say I’m a good girl when you spend half your time punishing me.”
The car rolls to a stop, but he doesn’t release me. Even in the dark, I can see the concern glittering in his eyes. “Just because we’ve had a bumpy start doesn’t mean you aren’t a good girl, Juliet. But if you’re doubting me, then perhaps I need to do a better job of showing you.”
“What do you mean?”
Instead of answering me, he lifts me from his lap just long enough to climb out of the car, then swoops me up in his arms. My heart flutters in my chest, and I wonder if I’ll ever get used to the feeling of being so effortlessly carted around.
“Daddy, my dress!”
“Leave it. You won’t be wearing it much longer anyway.”
A thrill shoots through my veins at his words. What is he planning?
He strides into the house and up the stairs, straight past my nursery to his bedroom, where he finally sets me on my feet again. Tugging at my dress again, he pulls it down, leaving me completely bare from the waist up.
“My beautiful Juliet,” he murmurs, brushing his lips down my neck, over my collarbone. “Do you know what you do to me, princess? How it wrecks me to see you like this? My Little girl, in my house, in my bed. Some days I can’t even fathom how I survived without the taste of you on my lips.”
Another wave of guilt washes over me. “I don’t deserve you,” I whisper. “I don’t deserve any of this.”
“Nonsense. I am exactly what you deserve, in every possible way.”
There’s a gentle tug as my diaper gives way, and I shiver as the cool air brushes over my exposed skin.
“On the bed, Juliet.” A wicked smile curves his lips. “Daddy wants dessert.”
Heart pounding, I scramble up onto the bed, leaning back on the pile of pillows at the headboard and opening my legs, inviting him in. Inviting him to come and taste and feast.
The guilt is still there, churning in my gut. Because while he may not realize it, I know this may very well be our last time together. And I’m determined to make the best of it, to give myself something to carry with me when I leave tomorrow night.
I watch, transfixed, as Jasper shrugs out of his suit jacket, tossing it aside before reaching for his tie. Everything about him seems custom-designed to make me yearn, and I actually lick my lips when he unbuttons his shirt, revealing the hard, chiseled body beneath.
When at long last he’s as naked as I, he kneels on the bed, his dark gaze locked on mine as he slowly lowers his head to my wet, aching pussy. “It occurs to me I’ve never actually tasted you, sweet sister. I think it’s high time we remedy that.”
That first touch of his tongue to my pussy has me arching up, a cry ripping from my throat as I tangle my hands in his hair, desperate for something to hold to. Something to keep me anchored to this plane as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm me.
His mouth vibrates on my clit and I realize a moment later that he’s laughing. But I don’t care. All that matters now is my need, this burning ache inside me only he can slake.
Which he does, showering me with pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever known as he uses tongue and teeth to drive me higher, higher, higher. My hips buck of their own accord, my body desperately seeking the release he’s keeping just out of reach.
“Daddy, please.” The words come out as a strangled sob. I’m begging, pleading for mercy, but I’m too far gone to feel embarrassed by it. “Please, please, I need…”