Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36673 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 147(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Our kiss is filled with love.
He’s not trying to dominate me this time; he’s giving as much as I am. Exactly how a relationship works. I’ve had two amazing role models show me what it’s like to have what I hope Fletch and I will. He has too, even if his parents were taken away from him and his brothers too soon.
“We’re going to finish this, temptress. Later when I get home not like last night. Tonight, it’ll be nice and slow. I want you riding my cock and my mouth on you.”
“I’m the temptress? Listen, hot stuff, you’re the one who makes me this way, but yes, when you get home, I’m going to ride you, and when we come. It’ll be with our mouths on one another.” I lift up, placing a soft kiss on his lips before wiggling myself off the counter. It seems I’ve got places to be today myself.
“Damn straight. You walking me out?”
“Don’t I always? I can’t necessarily do that in your shirt and with you shirtless,” I toss over my shoulder as I exit the bathroom. Fletcher grumbles something, except it’s muttered under his breath in a way I can’t hear the entire statement, only that he’s going to spank me. He should know by now that I’m more than okay with his hand landing anywhere on my body, and it’s not a punishment either.
Chapter 17
Delilah
“This is a pleasant surprise,” Dad greets me when I walk through his door without knocking. I figured since it was open, it means he’s not too busy. After I saw Fletch off to work this morning, I went back inside for a few minutes. There were a few things I needed to pick up as well as make sure the toaster was unplugged. Then I was grabbing my purse and heading to the garage to go back to my place. The quick showers I’ve been having with Fletch meant that the minute I stepped through my door at home, all I had to do was change into my work clothes and get to work.
Today was an easy one. I only had two accounts to work on. So, once those were settled, I made a phone call to my mom asking what was on Dad’s agenda. She let me know he was at the station today. We chit-chatted for a few minutes, with her asking me about work and me asking her about what she’s been up to, and then we made plans to grab lunch this weekend and go to Peach Springs annual garage sale. I’m still looking for that elusive office chair. I doubt I’ll find one this weekend, but it would be a good time to find a few other things for my place, too. After our call, I changed again back into a bra and panties while second-guessing the outing. The fact of the matter is, I really hate undergarments, yet I’d never not wear them around my dad. Plus, Fletcher would lose his mind if he found out, especially if he wasn’t with me while doing so. An idea comes to fruition. Once we’re out in the open but there’s no more keeping our relationship a secret, and none of this the-Chief’s-daughter-is-off-limits business, I can make it happen. Fletcher would absolutely love me for it, but that’s the best part. I’ll make sure to wear one of my dresses he loves so much, leave the bra and panties at home for the night. Once we’re sitting down for dinner, I’ll take his hand in mine and place it on my thigh. Fletcher would do the rest, slowly slide the tips of his fingers up my skin, I’d open my legs for him, and he’d feel exactly how bare and wet I am for him. I could also give him a little peep show, but that would require being very strategic, and I’m not sure I could pull it off without flashing someone or falling over.
“I was in the area and figured I’d stop in and say hello.” I move closer inside. I’ve got Dad’s beloved fountain drink in my hand, buttering him up, so to speak.
“Well, I’m glad you did. Is that for me?” He points at the Styrofoam cup in my hand. I had to get gas, and I’ve already met my quota of caffeine for the day, but Dad lives off it, and I knew he’d be all too happy to indulge in more.
“It is, extra ice, too.” I stir it around. “Door open or closed?” I ask before walking further into his office.
“Closed. Those knuckleheads out there are liable to barge in here and interrupt,” Dad states. The last time I was here, it was him doing the charging to introduce me to the guys who didn’t work here before I left for college. When I came home, there wasn’t a lot of time. I’d visit with my parents and extended family when they were near. Dad would try to be home more, which meant the station stops were few and far between. Obviously, that led to kissing Fletch the first time as well.