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I grin and hit the microphone to send a voice message.
“I want to see you tonight.”
She hearts the message and then types back quickly.
Clara: On a scale of one to ten, how would you feel if I wore this?
My brows knit together as the dots turn into a photo.
Of Clara.
In only a bra and panties.
The stunning black lace number has her tits looking scrumptious. Her stomach is flat, but you can tell she likes sweets. She’s so sexy, and a barely there thong has my mouth going dry. I breathe in deeply through my nose and somehow type back.
Me: Just that?
Clara: I’ll have to wear a dress over it, for the drive over.
Me: Of course, but that’ll be under the dress?
Clara: It will if you want it to be, Daddy.
My cock turns to steel, heat burning deep in my stomach as I lick my lips.
Me: Keep on messing with me, baby girl.
Clara: You love it. Daddy.
A rumble of laughter escapes me as I scroll back up to the picture of her fine self. She is fucking perfect, I swear. All legs, a sweet ass, and tits I want in my hands and mouth. Before I start drooling, another message comes through.
Clara: Are you really going to cook, or do you plan on eating me for dinner? ’Cause I didn’t eat lunch, and I’m hungry. So, should I get food before I come?
I laugh at that.
Me: First, yes, I’m making you food. And second, I’ll be eating you too, after I punish that ass because you forgot to eat again.
Clara: In my defense, my life is hard.
Me: So is mine, and I still make sure both of us eat.
Clara: You ate me!
Me: Best meal of my day. Five stars, highly recommend. I’ll be a repeat customer.
Clara: My only customer?
My heart slams into my chest, begging for her. She’s flirting like the little minx she is, but I don’t think she realizes how important that question is to me.
Me: Only me.
Clara: Yes, Daddy.
I shake my head, grinning like a fool, until there is a knock at my door. I look up to find Dan Davenport coming in with a wave and a grin. He’s a big guy, light-brown hair, thick beard, and a potbelly from his beer and pretzel obsession. He’s a big personality and one of my favorite people. He hired me on a whim, believed in me before I even believed in myself. I turn my phone over as his voice fills the room. “Great road trip, Coach. Your boys are killing it.”
“Thanks, Dan.”
“No, thank you,” he says, leaning on the back of the chair in front of him. His weight makes the chair groan as he sets me with a look. “Ready to close this out?”
