Her Daddy's Jewel (MC Daddies Book 5) by Laylah Roberts

Author:Laylah Roberts [Roberts, Laylah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-25T23:00:00+00:00

It was just as awful as she’d suspected it would be.

And far more wonderful.

He turned her into goo. She hadn’t thought it possible to feel this relaxed while his hands were on her. Hell, she didn’t think she’d ever been this relaxed in her life. At one stage, she was pretty certain she’d fallen asleep while he was working the knots out of her shoulders.

If he ever wanted a new career he could become a masseuse.

No, scrap that. She didn’t want him touching anyone else. Crap. Seemed she was just as possessive of him as he was of her.

“I’m going to lift the towel then you roll over, okay? I won’t peek.”

“Really? You expect me to believe that?”

“Okay, I’m totally going to look. We might as we lose the towel, huh?”

“No,” she squeaked. Because that towel might be the only thing keeping her from begging him to fuck her.

And she wasn’t ready for that, right?

She tensed. Worried at her lip. He tugged her lip free. “Roll over. I won’t look and we’ll leave the towel in place.”

She slid over and he went to work on her front. Only, this time she didn’t feel so relaxed. Did a masseuse go so low down a person’s chest? Until they were massaging the tops of their client’s breasts?

Did they run their hands down their client’s sides, brushing against their breasts with their thumbs?

Did they massage their tummies? Getting closer and closer to their mound?

Definitely not.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded.

She whimpered. All that covered her was a towel and a pair of wet panties. If she spread her legs would he smell her pleasure? What if he brushed his hand against her mound? He’d feel how wet she was for him.

Like he doesn’t know anyway.

“I can’t.”

“Jewel,” he whispered. It was cajoling and warning all at once. She shivered. It spoke to something deep inside her.

To the part of her that craved dominance. But only his brand.

She found herself spreading her legs. She couldn’t move them far; the table wasn’t that wide. But to her shock, he grabbed her left leg, holding her calf against his hip while he ran his other hand up the inside of her thigh. Right up to the crease where her pussy and thigh met.

Had she ever been this turned-on?

Not that she could remember. Her clit was throbbing, her pussy so wet it was embarrassing. If only she could have a few moments to herself, she could get rid of this need thrumming through her veins.

He was the only person in years to make her feel like this.

Scratch that. He was the only person ever. Even before Maxwell and the hell he’d rained down on her.

“Stop thinking,” he commanded.

“It doesn’t work like that. You can’t command someone to stop thinking. It’s impossible.”

“Either you stop thinking, or I do it for you.”

He took that moment to run his finger down her panty-covered slit. She let out a cry and half-sat.

“You can’t!”

“Damn, you’re wet. You need to come.”

“I don’t.” Total lie. She absolutely needed to come.

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