Page 200 of Little Sunshine
“You know the rule,” I warned before trying to kiss her again.
She turned her face the other way.
The fuck?
Slowing my strokes, I reached out with my free hand to grip her cheeks and squeeze her mouth open. After I spit her taste in, I kept that hold as my fist began moving faster.
My focus glued to her mouth, I watched as she slowly stuck her tongue out.
Waiting patiently like a good girl.
My good girl.
She startled when the first shot of cum hit her tongue, but she kept it out while more splattered across it and her face.
When I didn’t think I had another drop left, I stared—fucking enthralled—as she brought her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed.
I’ve died.
That’s the only explanation.
Collapsing onto my back, I gently gathered her to me before undoing the ropes. I rubbed her wrists and arms even as I fought to catch my breath.
“Happy anniversary, Daddy,” Mila whispered, snuggling in like we were on the world’s most comfortable bed and not the hard floor.
“At the risk of sounding ungrateful for that gift you just gave me, our anniversary isn’t for a while yet.”
“I’m not talking about our wedding anniversary.” She inhaled softly. “A year ago today, you rescued me from the lobby at Moonlight. You brought me here and made me see what it was like to have someone take care of me. You made me feel wanted. I’d never had either before. You changed my whole life, and I’ll always be grateful I trusted a behemoth to keep me safe.” She sniffled. “So thank you. For all of it. For everything.” Reaching next to me, she snagged the rope and draped it over my chest. “I hope you enjoyed your gift.”
That was an understatement.
For whatever Mila thought I’d done for her, it didn’t come close to what I got in return. She’d already given me the only thing I would ever want for the rest of my life.
Her.
Mila
TWO YEARS LATER
“I think I have a room idea.”
Ash set down his phone and turned his chair to look at where I stood outside of his home office.
He always did that. If I had something to say, he was going to pay attention to it.
Especially when I talked about interior design stuff. He liked to hear what excited me. He liked to see me get excited.
Both excited him.
I was a long, looooong way away from doing anything professionally with it. But I enjoyed learning. I felt useful every time Ash or Maximo came to me for my opinion. I’d had fun doing some basic improvements in the penthouses.
And, shockingly, they’d turned out really well.
“What’re you thinking?” he asked when I didn’t say more.
“You know the second guest room from the loft?”
Leaning back in his chair, he kicked his feet up on the desk and laced his fingers behind his head. He tried to smother a smile, but his dimples gave him away. “I am aware of the rooms in our home, yes.”
