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Chapter 18 - Savannah

Dinnerwasagonizing.Addytook forever to eat because she talked nonstop about any and everything. She wanted something sweet for dessert, so we made chocolate chip cookies. Reynold kept giving me heated looks, and I’d clench my thighs together to contain the ache he’s causing. Not to mention that I can still feel his fingers gripping my neck.

Who knew I was into choking? The minor breath play from the first time we fucked was euphoric, and I’d never come so hard in my life.

This is what I love about Reynold. He helps me explore my sexual curiosity, and with his experience, I’m reaping the benefits.

My heart has been thundering in my chest all night, thinking about what his punishment could be for not responding to his text messages earlier today.

Wait... love?

Did I seriously just think that?

I didn’t mean love, love. I meant—

“What are you thinking about over there, Savannah?”

I snap my head up at the sound of Reynold’s deep voice.

“Nothing. No one.”

“No one? The only person you should think about is me,” he warns.

“And me,” Adeline sings, oblivious to this very adult conversation we’re having.

“Adeline, it’s almost bedtime. Finish that cookie and drink the rest of your milk so you can take a bath and go to bed.”

She’s playing with her two last bites like they’re dolls, parading them around on the plate and giving them conversations. She frowns at her dad and the look he sends back means no nonsense. It has me squirming in my seat. Thankfully, he doesn’t notice because he’s too busy disciplining his daughter.

I need to be patient. My discipline will come.

With what has to be the biggest sigh on record, Addy eats the rest of her cookie and downs the milk before hopping off the chair. She gives me a hug.

“Goodnight, Savvy.”

“Goodnight.”

Reynold follows her, but before passing me, he leans down to whisper next to my ear.

“In my bedroom. On the bed. Naked. Now.”

My heart kicks into full speed, my face heating and my entire body sizzling with desire. I force myself to walk—even though I want to run—to his bedroom and strip out of the sundress I wore today. I need a shower. Can I shower first? He didn’t say I could shower.

Maybe we’ll shower together.

My bra and panties hit the floor next, and I lay down in the middle of his bed.

I wait.

And wait and wait and wait.

The jerk left me in here, turned on as fuck, for nearly an hour before he walks in. I lean up on my elbows and frown at him.

“Whatever is wrong, my love?”

“I’m no longer in the mood,” I lie. He knows I’m lying because my chest and cheeks are still bright red with lust and my nipples are hard as fuck.

He silently walks to his closet and disappears for a few seconds, returning with two ties.