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Not wanting to lie, I rolled my hips, desperately seeking the release he was so deliberately holding just out of reach. When the pressure on my clit eased, all I could manage was a whimper of protest.
“Promise me, Adele. Or you won’t be allowed to come until I return.”
I was an asset of one of the widest-reaching law-enforcement agencies in the world. Trained to withstand pressure, bullying, and even torture. And yet, somehow, I was powerless against this man.
“I promise, I promise! Please, Daddy!”
“Good girl. Come for Daddy, sweetheart.”
A flick of his wrist was all it took to send me flying. To have my screams bouncing off the walls as I thrashed in the water, overcome by the pleasure only he seemed capable of giving.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to my lips. “I won’t be back until well after dark, sweetheart,. And I have a feeling I’ll be craving something French when I return.”
It was a cheesy line, but I couldn’t help but grin up at him. “Okay, Daddy.”
“Be good, sweetheart. I’ll see you when I get home.”
Still floating figuratively and literally, I waited for my system to calm before climbing out of the tub. I was just stepping into a pair of jeans when my phone buzzed against the nightstand.
Glancing at the readout, I allowed myself a scowl before answering Pierce’s call. “Bernard.”
“We have a situation. Your man is walking into a trap.”
My heart slammed against my ribs, but I swallowed the fear, shoving it down deep where it wouldn’t cloud my judgment. “I’m on my way.”