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"She isn't causing you any trouble, Marie? I get the feeling little Daisy can be quite a handful."
My cheeks heat. Dominic has been flirty with me since the moment we met, but there's something different about his tone now—something lower and more intimate. Marie doesn't pick up on it, or maybe she ignores it, but it makes me want to throw myself into his arms.
"No, sir," Marie answers, and Dominic hums, crossing his arms.
"I'd like to try one."
"Of course, sir. Give me a moment and I'll box some up for you and have Ashton bring them into your office."
Dominic shakes his head. "No, Marie. Daisy can do it."
"Oh, me?"
He smiles fully, his white teeth flashing and his dimples popping. "You, Daisy. Box two up for me and bring them into my office. You remember where it is?"
I swallow, my mouth suddenly dry. "Um...yes. I remember."
"Good. Be a good girl and hurry."
As soon as he turns and leaves the kitchen, Marie elbows me and chuckles. "Best do as he says," she tells me, giving me a knowing smile. "I've been working for that man for years, and he doesn't ask twice."
"Right. Yeah. Um...the boxes?"
She points across the room, and I scramble to put the cannolis neatly into a pretty gold box, placing the lid on and walking through the kitchen, trying not to run into anyone.
I knock on the doorframe of his office, and he looks up, a gleam in his eyes.
"Come in. Leave the box on the desk."
I do as he asks, setting the box down and backing towards the door. Dominic just watches me, his eyes locked on mine, and he gestures to a chair.
"Sit down, Daisy."
My knees are so weak that I collapse in the chair gratefully. I have no idea why I feel like this, so weak and needy and desperate just from a few glances. Dominic doesn't look any different than normal, but something has changed. There's a hunger in his gaze that makes my stomach clench.
"Here. Try one." He lifts one of the cannolis out of the box and extends it towards me. But before I can take it, he swipes the cream out of the center and presses it to my lips, his eyes darkening as he rubs it over my lower lip.
I part my lips, and Dominic slides his finger in, smearing the cream over my tongue.
"Suck," he commands, and I obey, swirling my tongue around his thick digit and sucking. He tastes like cream, sweet and rich, and his fingers are calloused and rough. I’m suddenly so turned on that it’s the only thing I can think about, wetness flooding between my thighs as I shift and rub them together to try and get even an ounce of relief.
It's not lost on either of us that I'm sucking his finger in his office, and his face is strained when I open my eyes and meet his gaze.
"Good girl," he murmurs, sitting on the desk across from me and dipping his finger into the second pastry. "Now, the chocolate."
This time, though, he doesn't move to touch his finger to my lip. Instead, he motions me closer, and I have to stand to close the gap. Just as I think he's going to give me a taste, he swipes the filling on his own lower lip.
"Taste it."
My heart pounds, and I step between his legs, trembling when his hands slide over my hips and rest on my ass.
"Come on, little Daisy. You don't want to be a disobedient girl, do you?"
I whimper, and he grins, pulling me even tighter against him. "Fuck, look at you. You're shaking."
"I'm nervous."
"Don't be." His voice is low and commanding. "Open up."
