Page 17 of Vegas Daddies (Forbidden Fantasies #17)

He let out a low hum, almost a satisfied predator’s growl, as he massaged the mound of flesh, making sure to pay special attention to my hardened nipple.

There was discovery in his eyes—like he was noticing, appreciating the new fullness I’d developed, the contrast from years ago when there’d been barely a handful for him to enjoy.

There was deep hunger in his gaze too. His naked desire, so plain across that devilishly handsome face, drove my own arousal all the higher.

I was panting, my errant hands reaching again for his cock, and I seemed to surprise him with my eagerness when I finally freed him completely from the elastic waistband of his underwear.

He was fully erect, standing tall and proud, the thick weight of him heavy in my hand when I wrapped my fingers around his shaft.

As my grip tightened, he retaliated by pinching my nipple in a shock of pleasure-pain.

We gasped together, and suddenly we both knew it was time to stop playing.

Enough of the opening act. It was about damn time for the headliner.

Gavin demonstrated surprising strength in those slim arms again, grabbing my thighs in his hands and hiking them up around his hips as he propped me against him.

My back leaned hard against the door, and without needing any encouragement, I hooked my ankles together around his slim waist, spreading my thighs wide for him.

“I don’t do soft,” he panted out, surprising me with the disclaimer. In answer, I leaned in to nip at his jaw with my teeth, startling him into a breathy laugh.

“I don’t think this is the time or the place for soft,” I pointed out.

Somehow, the fact that we’d snuck off to a bar bathroom, the forbiddenness of us being in a public place, only heightened my desire.

It was lust turned to near delirium that had me saying next, “So fuck me hard, Gavin. It’s been too long. ”

Without another second of hesitation, without any talk of protection or consequences or a single thought in my head besides how good it would feel to be thoroughly filled by this man, Gavin thrust inside me hard, all the way to the hilt.

The moan I let out was carnal, a release of years of tension, of suffering in silence while other things took priority over my body’s needs.

He filled me so full that I felt the sweet stretch, the heat of him palpable throughout my every nerve.

Gavin kissed me hard again as if to swallow the sound of my pleasure, and true to his word, he started to move, making no effort to be gentle as he began to pound into my hot, slick pussy.

God, how had I given this up for so long?

It felt almost too good to be filled up again.

To be desired as a woman instead of needed as a mother.

My body felt so right, felt like mine , for the first time in ages.

I tugged at Gavin’s curls, my nails digging into his scalp for purchase.

I wasn’t stable enough to thrust back into him very far, since our positioning gave him all the control, but that didn’t stop me from writhing in his arms, trying my damnedest to get as close as possible.

I didn’t need to worry about not getting enough friction though.

Gavin fucked me in well-practiced, hard strokes, his own feral pleasure making itself known through soft, low sounds he made next to my ear.

He had enough prowess to make every rock of his hips the sweetest torture.

I could feel his hardness sliding and grinding against my G-spot, and I was grateful Gavin was holding me up against the door, because my legs surely would have buckled when he added his fingers.

Two of them pressed and massaged firm, incredible circles into my clit.

And then, as if by magic, my second orgasm of the night took me by complete surprise.

This time was more intense, more prolonged.

Gavin made sure of it, keeping up the attention of his fingers on my clit and not letting up the punishing pace of his thrusts.

I released a long, high moan broken up by frantic gasps as my entire body shook and clenched and exploded into mind-boggling ecstasy, and then it kept going, and it crested again .

Stars popped up across my vision, all of my thoughts disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Fuck. I’d had good sex, lots of it even, but I’d never had two orgasms in such quick succession before.

It almost felt simultaneous. Maybe it was the long wait that had made it all the sweeter, but somehow I knew most of the credit belonged to the gorgeous man who’d made it happen.

I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Gavin Ratliff gave me multiple orgasms against a public restroom door.

I was practically limp when I felt Gavin’s thrusts finally start to falter in their rhythm.

My pussy was still clenching with aftershocks, milking him for all he was worth, and that seemed to tip him over the edge into his own release.

With a harsh, whispered “fuck,” Gavin broke at last, his hot seed spurting inside me.

A cock throbbing and twitching against my walls was a sensation I’d always found sexier than it had any right to be, and after the pleasure I’d already had, this was all the more exquisite.

By some miracle, we didn’t collapse into a sweaty, sated heap.

Instead, Gavin showed significantly more composure than I could, helping me to clean up the cum that dripped between my thighs with a bit of paper towel.

It was shockingly intimate, somehow much more vulnerable than the act we’d just finished.

I got my panties back on just in time for the whole affair to be ruined.

Suddenly, my phone blared to life. I scrambled for it, finding my discarded purse slung carelessly on the floor—I’d have to avoid thinking about how gross public restrooms were for another reason now.

The contact lighting up on my screen was for Holly, my babysitter, and the parental panic that sparked through me seemed to cloud my brain more than the lust had.

“Sorry,” I said without looking at Gavin. “It’s my sitter, I need to answer.” I pressed the phone to my ear without a second thought about Gavin’s presence.

“Holly? Is something wrong?” I asked, a little bit of guilt weaving into my anxiety for extra flavor.

I never left Daphne with a sitter at night if I could help it, and whatever horrible thing my brain thought up that could have happened to her was surely my comeuppance for letting my selfishness take over for a few hours.

“Hi, Ms. Tate. Sorry to bother you on your night out, but Daphne woke up and is…um, upset.”

My heart dropped. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, really,” Holly hurried to reassure me. “She’s just having trouble going back to sleep because…well, because you’re not here, I think. She’s asking for you, and I remembered you said to call you if there was anything unusual or?—”

“You did the right thing, Holly,” I said, becoming the reassuring one now. Entering mom mode. “Is she crying?”

“Just a little,” Holly admitted with a wince I could hear.

“Put her on the phone, please.”

It was funny how quickly I could code switch back into mom voice. Soothing her through her sputtering tears, I talked my baby girl down, reassuring her that I would be home soon, that she was in good hands with Holly.

“I love you, little miss,” I told Daphne once more. “Now get some good sleep, and Mommy will be back before you wake up. Okay?”

Daphne yawned, revealing how tired she really was. Then her little voice said, “Okay, Mommy. Love you.”

When I hung up the phone, my heart rate was finally slowing to its usual pace. I turned back toward Gavin slowly, almost forgetting he was even there. He was watching me with a stony, almost suspicious look on his face. He spoke before I could think to ask what was wrong.

“You have a daughter,” he said flatly. Shit, shit, shit.

“I do,” I admitted, seeing no other way forward.

“How old is she?” The question was pointed, his tone even sharper. I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat.

“She’s four,” I admitted. Damning evidence. “I know it’s a shock, but I?—”

“Fucking perfect,” Gavin spat, cutting me off. “I should have known. How much do you want?”

I blinked. “What?”

“Money,” he sneered. “This whole thing has got to be some kind of plot to get child support or something, right? And fuck, we didn’t use a condom—are you trying to trap me with another kid?”

Boiling rage started to climb up my throat in seconds.

No way he was accusing me of this. Gavin’s expression was trying to hide his panic, exaggerated anger covering up the clear worry that he had a daughter he’d never known about before, that his life had just changed in a second.

But I had no sympathy for his fear—it was nothing close to the fear I’d felt when I found out I was pregnant.

And no matter how freaked out he was, there was no excuse for him calling me a gold digger.

“I’m on the pill, asshole,” I spat in his face. “And I don’t want a dime of your money. I don’t want anything from you.”

I turned my back on him and stomped out of the bathroom without another word, pulling up the rideshare app on my phone. I had to get out of here, get away from him. I never wanted to see his stupid, handsome face again.