Page 338 of A Vicious Love

I shifted my hand down her back and over the curve of her hip. She was warm everywhere. Mine in a way that still made a rough sound gather in my chest if I thought about it too long.

“Is Daddy dripping out of you?” I asked.

Her body tightened against mine.

There.

Immediate.

I tipped her chin up so I could see her face. Pink cheeks.

“That turned you on.”

“No.”

“Liar.”

She bit back a smile and looked away.

I caught her mouth with mine before she could hide. The kiss was lazy at first. Morning-soft. Then her lips parted, and mine did too, and for several slow seconds I remembered exactly how she had looked beneath me when I filled her. The way her body had clenched.

When I drew back, her eyes were dark.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, voice sweet and filthy enough to make my cock twitch against her thigh. “You are. I can feel you.”

My mind blanked.

Then every wicked part of me woke up delighted.

I stared down at her. “What did you just say?”

She tried to keep her face innocent.

Failed.

A smile curved her mouth, pleased and already too aware of the damage she could do.

“I said yes.”

“You said more than yes.”

“You ask very personal morning questions.”

“You answered very well.”

Her smile grew.

I had created a little brat.”

No, worse. I had uncovered one. She had been waiting underneath all that politeness. Last night I had given her permission to want, and this morning she was sleepy on my chest telling me she could feel me dripping out of her.

I was finished.

Ruined.

I rolled onto my back and pulled her over me, letting her settle across my chest. She came easily, leg sliding over mine, cheek resting over my heart. Her hair spilled across my skin in a dark mess, and I threaded my fingers through it slowly.

She sighed.