Noah
Is he wrong, though?
Caleb
…
Can’t. At Drew’s for the weekend, closing a deal. Next weekend?
A noise distracts me, and I glance up to see Raven walking in. She’s wearing her tiny pajamas again, far too much skin on show for my old heart to cope with. Her red hair cascades around her shoulders, illuminating her pale skin.
“You couldn’t put more clothes on?” I say gruffly. I don’t mean to be an asshole but seeing her looking like that isn’t good for my heart or my dick.
Raven’s head snaps up at my voice, clearly not realizing I’m here, before rolling her eyes. “God, you sound like Emma.” She gives a broken laugh as she shakes her head.
“Huh?”
“Nothing. I didn’t think anyone else would be around. I was gonna watch a film, but I can leave.” She gestures behind her as she starts walking backward.
“It’s fine. You can watch something,” I mutter.
I should really get up and leave, go back to my own room and read a book or something, but for the life of me, I can’t get my body to move. It’s like I’m caught up in her web, my body only responding to her.
Raven stops, giving me a quizzical look. “You’re sure?” she asks, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear and suddenly looking shy.
“Yeah, pretty girl, I’m sure.”
Sauntering further into the room, she slumps down next to me, curling her legs up under her. I cross my arms over my chest and sink into the sofa, my legs sprawled out.
She leans over the side of the sofa, reaching for the remote. “What film?”
My gaze lands on her ass, the firm globes staring at me as she leans over. I swallow hard, averting my gaze as she flops back down, resuming her previous position. I discreetly adjust myself—this isn’t how tonight was supposed to go. I was supposed to have a nice, quiet, relaxed evening. Instead, I’m sitting with a dick so hard, it could cut glass with a woman I can’t have.
Fuck my life.
Raven absentmindedly flicks through channels until she lands on a rom-com. “Do you mind? Or is there something else you’d like?” she asks.
“Oh, there’s something else I’d like,” I mumble.
Raven's head turns toward me, her mouth agape and eyes wide. “What did you say?”
“Nothing. I said absolutely nothing.”
“Hmm,” she hums, clearly not buying my bullshit. And to be honest, neither am I.
We sit in comfortable silence after that. My dick finally softens so I can enjoy the film—I can appreciate a good chick flick now and then. Raven doesn’t seem to want to sit still, though, changing her position every five minutes—back, front, side, and back to her front again. All I know is she’s driving me crazy.
“Raven,” I snap. “Can you sit still, you’re like a wriggly fucking worm.”
She pouts as she teases, “Sorry, Daddy.”
I freeze, my body going completely still. I keep my focus on the TV as I grind out, “Don’t.”
Raven laughs as she sits up on her haunches, hands placed in her lap as she faces me. “Huh? You don’t like me calling you daddy,Daddy?”
This girl has no idea what she’s doing to me, and she’s about two seconds away from being put across my fucking knee before I fuck her senseless. Every part of my body is locked as I desperately hold myself back from doing what I want to. A muscle in my jaw works as I grit my teeth.
“Enough, Raven,” I bark, but it doesn’t deter her as she keeps going. “One more time, little girl, and I’ll put you across my fucking knee and smack your ass so raw you can’t sit down for a week.”
