I looked at the bowl in my hands. The light pink ice-cream was starting to melt, but I didn’t have much of an appetite. “I was thinking of last night,” I admitted in a small voice. “I can’t believe we did…that…then just spent all of today pretending nothing happened. I keep thinking about it, but you act like you couldn’t care less.”
Logan huffed softly, shaking his head.
“What?” I demanded.
“I’m surprised I seem nonchalant. Because I’ve been a mess. I had to hide in the office just to get away from you, Willow.”
“Great,” I muttered.
“I spent the whole day half-hard,” he said. “I’ve had two showers today.Two. Just to — to give myself some relief.” His eyes fluttered shut. “This morning, when I woke up to you next to me…I wanted to…”
Something inside me lifted. “What?” I asked, my voice something barely above a whisper.
“See it from my point of view,” he said quickly, as if needing to explain himself. “You were naked from the waist down. I wanted to kiss you awake. And I wanted to eat your pussy again. I…” — he swallowed, a noise that sounded way too loud in the otherwise silent room — “I wanted to fuck you.”
I sucked in a sharp breath.
“And,” he continued, looking embarrassed and ashamed. “I wanted to hear you call me…Daddy…again.”
“We could have done it again,” I said quietly. “We could’ve done all of that.”
He shook his head. “It would’ve been wrong. I told you this morning, you’re too young. Besides, you’re Tim’s ex-girlfriend. It’s wrong on so many levels.”
“Who cares?” I said.
“Who cares?” he repeated, looking at me like I’d lost my mind. “Ask anyone —”
“No one would have to know,” I interrupted. “It’s no one else’s business what we do. We’re both adults. This is your house. No one has to know.”
He stared at me, silent for a moment. “I can’t take advantage of you.”
“I want it, Logan. I want it so bad.”
His eyes met mine, dark and intense, and the next thing I knew, I was flattened against the sofa, and he was on top of me, lips against mine. One of his hands shoved my shirt up and squeezed a breast as he groaned into my mouth. “God, Willow. Do you know how much I’ve been holding back?”
“We could’ve been doing this all day.” My voice was close to a whine.
He pulled himself off me, and I immediately missed the feel of his lips. He tugged at the hem of my top. “Take this off.”
I did as he asked, while he pulled my bottoms and panties off, chucking them onto the floor like they were a nuisance. I immediately used my bundled up shirt and bra to cover myself, but he shook his head. “Let me see you.”
So I dropped the remaining clothes onto the floor. I was stretched out beneath him, completely naked. His gaze raked over me like I was a feast and he hadn’t eaten in a hundred days.
“Perfect,” he said, his calloused hands grabbing my boobs. “Perfect tits,” he murmured. “So fucking soft. Will you let me suck them?”
“You can do whatever you want to me, Daddy,” I whispered.
Logan froze, and for a second, I felt self-conscious. He’d wanted me to call him that, but maybe he found it weird —
“Fuck,” he said, grip tightening on my tits. “Love it when you call me that. Say it again.”
“Daddy,” I murmured. “Daddy.”
“Oh, sweetheart. Keep calling me that and Daddy might come in his pants.” The hungry look in his eyes…it was like he was a completely different person from the blushing Logan I knew. He lowered his head to my chest. “Daddy’s going to suck these titties now, okay? Daddy’s going to suck very hard and it might leave bruises, but you can take it, can’t you?”
“I can take it,” I said.
“Good girl,” he said before his mouth latched tightly around a nipple, his fingers pinching the other one. He sucked the nipple until it was a stiff, almost sore peak, before moving onto the next one, and I had to slap a hand over my mouth to stifle my moans.
