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As soon as my mouth touches his he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls my body against his. My reaction is instant. Heat spreads throughout me, focused between my legs, my body is practically pulsing with electricity.
I'm right back to where I was last night. Not in control.
Wanting him.
Willing to let him do anything he wants to me.
He moves me against his desk, his cock pressing against me.
I want him.
His hands trail down my back and grab my ass, lifting me onto the desk as he pushes my legs open and steps between them, forcing them wider with his hips.
I gasp against his mouth, completely out of control.
He kisses me harder, more passionately, his fingers knotted in my hair.
But then I realize - Elle is waiting.
"Stop," I demand and he leans back, grinning. "Elle is waiting for us. Today is her day."
He chuckles and lets me go, stepping away. My cheeks are flushed bright red. I can feel how hot my skin is. I slide off the desk and pull my top down, running my hands over my clothes to try and pull myself together.
"Well, let's go then." He says gesturing towards the door. I nod, biting my lower lip.
He follows me back into the garden and when Elle spots us both coming towards her, she jumps up and shouts happily.
He sits down on the blanket and immediately she hands him a plate, bright orange.
"Do you want a marshmallow?"
"I'd love a marshmallow. A pink one. I don't like the white ones."
"Um, I think they taste the same."
"No way. The pink ones taste pink and the white ones taste white." Stefano grins and Elle shoots him a cheeky look.
She places two pink marshmallows on his plate.
"What else do you want?" She asks, scanning the array of foods.
"If this is all your favorite food then I need to try everything, don't I?"
"Really?" She looks excited.
"Of course."
I watch the two of them. They are chatting and joking, and Stefano is being so gentle with her. I hate the fact that I'm enjoying seeing them together. Elle's face is lit up with joy. She's loving her day out in the garden, but more than that - she is loving her time with Stefano. It's almost as though she's forgotten I'm here.
She has asked me so many times in the past few years where her father was and why he didn't want to be her dad. Each time I tried to explain to her as simply as I could that it wasn't him who didn't want to be around her, it was something I had to do to keep her safe. I know she never really understood. She's too young.
And now, well her father is right in front of her and doting on her, spending time with her, making her smile.
I sigh softly to myself, nibbling on a chicken nugget.
I can't help but wonder - would he have been a good father? Did I make a mistake keeping her away from him?
He's being so sweet to her. I see nothing of his darker side, nothing of his cruel streak.
