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“Let me worry about that. You thought after watching what you did to me tonight I was going to be done with you?” I hit the button to lift the divider in the back of the car. “I’m just getting started with you.”
By the time we make it back to my place, Daisy is already asleep. My mother gives me a look as she steps into the elevator, the same look she gave me that night on my yacht.
“Don’t break her heart,” she says beneath her breath before the doors close. I walk back through the foyer to where Daphne’s standing, looking out the window.
“This view is insane.” She points to the city down below.
“Come here.” I take her hand, leading her through the penthouse, up the stairs to my bedroom. “I’ll give you a tour of the place tomorrow but for now, I need you all to myself.” I help her out of her dress before removing my suit. I walk her into the shower, taking my time to wash her body.
“I’m sorry.” Her words are soft as she trails her fingers over my chest where marks from her fingernails still remain.
“Don’t be. I like seeing them.” I hold her finger, tracing the marks before dragging them over to the marks on my sides. “Makes me want to mark you.” I lean forward, biting her breast softly at first, then harder till she gasps, her hands gripping my biceps.
“I don’t have anything to sleep in.”
“You don’t need it.” I pull the towel from her body that she wrapped herself in and kiss her, walking her backward to my bed. The same bed no other woman has been in besides Mira.
“Tell me you’re mine.” I kiss my way up her body. “Tell me no other man gets to touch you like this.” I bury my face in her neck, pulling her hands over her head to pin them to the pillow. “Tell me you want this too.”
I take my time exploring her body, kissing every single inch before I spend the next hour buried inside her. I go slow, searching her eyes to see if she feels what I feel. To see if she can feel what’s happening between us.
I’m terrified to say it, to tell her I’m falling in love with her. I use my body to convey what my mouth can’t. She has to know; she has to see that this isn’t just fucking, it’s making love.
Chapter 17
Daphne
Weston’s breathing is deep and slow, his arm lying heavy on top of me as his body wraps around me.
I stare at the clock, trying to shut off my brain so I can fall asleep, but his words from earlier keep echoing through my head. Is this real or is this all part of his fantasy? He told me he was reminding me who I belonged to that night at the bar and tonight again he asked if I was his. Is that what he wants? Or is this part of the control, the idea of having me all to himself to play with and use?
I feel a knot form in my stomach. Tonight at the jazz club was exciting but I’m still confused on his comment about my birth control. Did I hear him correctly? Between the music and being completely lost in what he was doing to me, I’m sure I misunderstood.
The same feelings of guilt are threatening to bubble up. I know what I’m feeling for Weston and it’s not just a fantasy. It’s real and if I’m not careful, I risk losing much more than just my job; I risk losing a man I’m falling in love with all over again.
I toss and turn, eventually falling asleep on and off for another three hours. It’s just after four. The sun still isn’t up but I’m worried about Daisy walking in and seeing this. I don’t want to confuse her or make her feel like her mother is being replaced. I hold my breath as I slowly slide my body out from under Weston’s arm. I grab my bra and panties, realizing that I’m going to have to do the walk of shame in the dress and heels I wore to the club last night.
After tiptoeing to the bathroom, I stare at myself in the mirror. I look tired. I open a few drawers and find a comb, trying my best to make myself look as presentable as possible with very little success. I get dressed, opting to cover my cocktail dress with one of Weston’s Oxfords before grabbing my shoes and purse and sneaking downstairs. I open my rideshare app, praying there’s a driver nearby. Just my luck, there’s one less than two minutes away.
I slip into the back of the car, pulling up my texts to send one to Weston explaining my absence when he wakes… or at least part of why I left.
Me: Good morning. Apologies for slipping out before you woke but wanted to make sure I had plenty of time to get ready for work. Hope you have a great day.
I close my eyes the remainder of the trip home, Weston’s lingering cologne on the shirt I took pulling images of last night from my brain. The way his eyes bored into mine as he whispered into my ear how beautiful I was, the way his lips trailed across every single inch of my body, exploring me in ways no man ever has.
* * *
“Don’t forget, students, we will be making fall crafts tomorrow and decorating our classroom. We might even have some special fall treats!” My students gasp in excitement, their little faces lighting up as the dismissal chime sounds, alerting us to the end of the day.
I speak to a few parents, smiling and telling the students that I’ll see them tomorrow. I glance at my phone, surprised that it’s the end of the day and I still haven’t received a response from Weston regarding my text after I left his place this morning. I was tempted to sign it with X’s and O’s or maybe a flirty emoji, but I’m still unsure what this even is between us.
“Yay, Daddy!” Daisy’s chipper voice makes my heart stop for a second. I look up from the papers I’m sorting on my desk just as Weston walks into my classroom.
Oh my God, how does he look even better every time I see him? Something coils in my lower belly as he walks slowly through the room toward Daisy. He’s wearing gray suit pants that fit like a glove, his usual white Oxford with an extra button undone today, his dark chest hair just visible.
“Hi, sweetheart.” He reaches down to rub his hand over her hair, his eyes slowly drifting from her toward me with a look that says I’m in serious trouble.
Shit.
