Page 83 of Daddy's Soul


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Amusement filled his face. “To do things? Why? What sort of things are you talking about, Ms. Blossom? I’m not sure I understand.”

Oh, he understood, the bastard.

“You know what I mean.”

“I’m going to need you to spell it out. So there are no misunderstandings.”

“Kissing. Intimacy. Things like that.”

“Intimacy? I think the word you’re looking for is fucking.”

Gulp.

Was the room spinning slightly? She felt very warm. “I can’t breathe.”

“The thought of fucking me has stolen your breath?” he queried. “Interesting.”

It wasn’t interesting. It was kind of terrifying.

And it was also bad how much she wanted that. How much she craved him.

“We’ll fuck eventually, baby. I know you want me. Just like I want you. But it’s more than just that. I’m going to be your lover, your boss, your protector, your Daddy, your Dom. Your everything. So, you might want to prepare yourself for that.”

How did she prepare herself for that?

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“Right. So I guess you won’t be picking me up to take me to the movies and getting me back home by ten with nothing more than a kiss on the lips.”

Why did she say that?

“Movies?” He spoke the word like it was foreign. “No, we won’t be doing that. But we can date if you like.”

“We can?”

That was unexpected. But maybe if they dated, it meant she could slow things down a bit and perhaps he wouldn’t completely overwhelm her.

Yeah, good luck with that.

“Yes. I have something for us to go to together this weekend.”

He . . . did?

“It’s the charity banquet on Saturday night. You’ll be coming with me.”

Oh no.

No, no, no.

“I can’t do that.”

His gaze narrowed. Why had she come in this morning? Why hadn’t she left?

Run far and fast?

Because you’re an idiot, that’s why. An idiot who doesn’t want to run.

You want to be here.

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