Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 587(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“You’re going to wear this today in your panties as you work. I will be in charge of the vibrations using the app on my phone. And there is no coming without my permission.”
“Nooo. So mean.”
He smiled wickedly. “That’s me.”
“So . . . you’re just going to edge me all day?”
“Now, you’re getting it.”
Dear Lord. He was planning on torturing her.
“If you really want to come, you can text me and ask permission. But I might not grant it.”
“That . . . that’s so mean!”
He grinned. “I think we’ve established already that I’m mean.”
“But Daddy, aren’t you supposed to give me whatever I want?”
He laughed. “Nice try, baby. But you aren’t going to be harmed by having to hold off your orgasm. And there’s a purpose to this.”
“What? Other than to torture me?”
“Yes. I want you to know who is in charge of your pleasure,” he crooned. “Who is in charge of your body.”
Holy. Heck.
She swore she nearly came then and there.
“You might not be ready for sex. But that doesn’t mean I can’t give you pleasure. Or maybe not. Depending on whether I give you permission.”
She groaned. “And I’m meant to work like this?”
“The good thing is that when I’m busy, I won’t have time to play around with the app. So you better hope I have a busy day, huh?”
Yeah, she’d be hoping for that all right.
“Now, put that in your panties. I want to test it. I’ll wait for you in the living room.”
She waited until he’d left to slide the small rubber device into her panties. She situated the end of it over her clit. Oh God. She wasn’t going to be able to walk around like this.
You spend most of the day sitting.
Not the freaking point.
Suddenly, it started buzzing and she let out a small moan as pleasure rushed through her.
“I see you got it positioned in the right place then.”
She glanced over to find Hack standing in the doorway, a smug look on his face.
“Such a meanie.”
“I love you too.”
Shock filled her, and as she glanced over at him, she saw that shock reflected in his own face.
“And that was not the way I intended to tell you,” he said.
“You didn’t want to tell me?” Crap. She forced herself to straighten even though the pulses of pleasure were making it really hard to think.
“What? No. That’s not it at all. Of course I wanted to tell you. I’ve dreamed of how to tell you.”
“Um, Hack?” she asked as she panted.
“Yeah?”
“You think you could turn that off for a moment?”
“Shit!” He fumbled with his phone, dropped it, then picked it quickly back up. She would have been amused if she wasn’t about to come.
Finally, he got the vibrator turned off.
“Sorry,” he said, looking slightly horrified. “I’m not usually that, uh . . .”
“Clumsy?” she supplied. “I would hope not, seeing as you literally cut people open for a living.”
He moved forward, his gaze intent on hers. He took her face between his hands, staring down at her. His face was filled with love, with need. “I love you, Greer Savage. You’re my entire fucking world and I can’t imagine my life without you. I didn’t tell you because . . . I was worried I’d scare you away.” She saw the flash of vulnerability in his face.
Those other women who’d told him he was too much were idiots. But she was glad they hadn’t known what they were throwing away. Because he was hers. And she wasn’t ever letting him go.
His face started to close down. Oh shit, she needed to say something before he withdrew from her.
“I love you too,” she blurted out.
“You don’t have to say anything just because I did, baby. I’d rather you really meant it.”
“But I do mean it . . . I love you. God, so much. I’ve been . . . I’ve been worrying.”
“Worrying? About what? Why would you worry about anything when I’m here to do that for you?”
She grinned and shook her head. She knew he totally meant that, but she couldn’t just give up thinking about things, obsessing over them.
“This isn’t something I could give to you to solve.”
“And why not?”
“Because it’s to do with me and my fucked up head and body.”
“Little girl, that’s fifteen.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Daddy! You wanted me to tell you what was going on in my head.”
“Doesn’t mean you get to insult yourself.”
Shoot.
“Don’t you need to get to work, though?”
“I do. But you are more important. And your body and head are not fucked-up. Is this about sex?”
“Sort of. I thought I might feel more at ease with the idea of you touching me, there are times I want you to touch me so badly. I get so turned on. But then, something in my head just stops me from trying to move forward. Like I freeze.”