Page 46 of Daddies Dark Desires (Forbidden Fantasies)

Giving in, I drop my mouth over hers in increments. Her hold on me tightens, and I can’t deny her this.

The kiss is soft, sweet, so much more gentle than the last few minutes have been. The fervor, though, is a slow burn, cranking up the intensity with every small press of our lips until I’m pressing us together.

Her body is soft and supple against mine, molding herself against me in a dark and sinful way.

My hand finds her hair, tipping her face for better access, to open her to me.

Fuck, that soft little noise at the back of her throat has me throbbing. Muscles convulsing. Mind whirling as I devour her piece by piece.

Harper writhes against me, her skirt riding up as my knee sinks between her thighs.

Someday soon, I’ll have her grind herself into an orgasm like this. Watch her fall apart with the smallest access to me. My body. Let her wants take her past that point of no return.

But it’s not going to be today.

My palm cracks down on her ass again, jiggling under the force. I eat her cry before lifting my mouth from hers.

If I don’t, I won’t come up for air until I’m too far gone.

Her nails dig into my chest before she opens those pretty eyes, lit from within. More alive than I’ve seen before.

My hand squeezes her fullness, and her whine tears through me.

Still, I’m in control again, so I let go of her in inches. Let her stand on her own two feet again and help her tug her skirt back into place.

She shakes as my touch grazes her thighs and knees and smooths up over her hips again.

I give her another softer tap on her rear, which makes her jump.

“Now, go on back to work, and behave yourself.”

18

HARPER

My ass hurts, but god it’s so good. Good enough that I do, indeed, behave myself as I walk back to my desk and carefully lower myself into my desk chair.

My ass may throb, but my thighs are slick because that show of power was sexy. Hot. Better than I imagined.

I’m lost in the memory of Grant’s hand landing on my ass. The way his mouth slanted over mine.

How Grant lost control with me. Took control of me.

I want more of it.

He could have taken so much more, but him feeding me breadcrumbs like this is an easy way to make me obsessed.

I’m squirming in my seat when the other interns gather around Sunny’s and my desks. She shoots me a look, noting every little twitch and move and the change in my posture. She blinks meaningfully at me but doesn’t give any other outward hint that she knows something’s up.

The guys are debating about who’s going to go grab lunch. I usually eat in the small cafeteria, but when someone goes out I’m always on board for a treat.

Today, though, I need to get out of this chair, even though I think walking is going to hurt my sore ass, I think sitting is going to be worse. I’m ready to jump on it.

I can’t physically jump on it, but I raise my hand to gain their attention. “I’ll go.”

Trent’s head turns my way, eyes narrowing on me from across the room. I bet he’s got some kind of argument for me to stay in the office, but honestly I feel cooped up. I need the fresh air and a little freedom.

Daniel, the one who always smiles big at me, is always ready to help me, tries to make me laugh, and flirts on the regular, stands straighter. “I’ll go with you.”