Page 44 of Power Play Daddies

“Say the word, Daisy. I’ll stop if you want me to.”

She doesn’t say anything, just looks at me with those hazel eyes that have gone almost green.

I take that as my cue, dipping my head to kiss her again, slower this time, savoring every second. Her fingers brush my jaw, sending a jolt of heat straight through me.

Slim jumps onto the counter, his tail flicking like he’s judging us. Daisy laughs softly, pulling back.

“I think we have an audience,” she says, nodding toward the kitten.

I grin, brushing a thumb over her cheek.

She laughs again, and damn, it’s the sweetest sound.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Daisy

I giggle,watching him from below, his body over mine, stretching me in ways that should be illegal. Mason pauses mid-thrust, his brows lifting.

“Something funny?” His voice is low. “’Cause if I wasn’t such a confident guy, I’d be offended.”

I bite my lip, trying to hold it in, but another giggle escapes.

“Is there something about my cock that’s making you laugh?” he asks, pressing deeper.

The breath whooshes out of me, and my nails dig into his shoulders. “God—no,” I manage. “It’s just… when I decided to cover the Miami Icemen, this wasn’t part of the plan.”

Mason snorts, then full-on laughs, his chest vibrating against mine. “Oh yeah? What were you interested in? Team spirit? The Gatorade cooler?”

“No,” I gasp between laughs. “Just—everything except this. But now…”

“Now, you can’t resist us,” he finishes, grinning like the cocky bastard he is.

I roll my eyes. “At this rate, I’ll need to start leaving my underwear at home.”

He chuckles darkly. “Oh, princess, you have no idea.”

I start to respond, but he cuts me off with a low, commanding, “Open your mouth.”

My breath catches, but I obey. He stuffs the soaked fabric of my bikini bottoms into my mouth, and my cheeks flush instantly. The taste of me, mixed with his dark stare, sets my whole body on fire.

“Yeah,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval as he sinks into me, harder and deeper than before.

I whimper, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.

“Yes,” he says, punctuating each thrust with the word. “Yes. Fucking yes.”

I lose all ability to think, my body completely his as he drives into me. He’s relentless, dragging me closer and closer to the edge.

His hand slides down, gripping my hip, pulling me tighter against him. The bikini bottoms muffle my cries, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t ease up, and when the wave crashes over me, I’m gone. My body locks up, and my vision goes white.

When I come down, he’s watching me, his face a mix of smug satisfaction and something else—something softer.

“Fuck, Daisy,” he says, pulling the bikini bottoms from my mouth and tossing them aside. “You’re so goddamn beautiful like this.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just nod, my chest still heaving.

He leans down, brushing his lips over mine in a surprisingly tender kiss. “Wish I could stay, but I’ve got practice.”