Page 12 of Twisted Surrender
Angelina kisses my cheek and grabs her bag from the counter. “You’re my favorite chief!” She laughs. “I hate to run, but I need to go over my reports before tomorrows rounds. I’ll talk to you later, Dad!” She tries to run from me, but I grab her arm.
“Hey. Remember what I told you.”
She rolls her eyes. “I know, dad. I have my mace. I’m fine. Stop worrying.”
“Never.”
She quickly runs and hugs Daisy. They whisper and giggle for a quick moment, and then she’s out the door.
And I’m left standing in my home with Daisy.
Alone.
It’s a fantasy come true. I’ve had one more glass than I usually do, so I’m feeling kind of brave.
And stupid.
“Would you like another glass of wine?” I can’t help myself. I don’t want her to go.
“I’d love one.” She walks around the island to stand beside me, then hoists herself up onto the counter. Her thigh brushes my hand and I bump the glass and spill a bit of the red wine on it.
“Oh, I’m sorry, boss.” She takes my hand, lifts it to her mouth and takes my finger in her mouth, sucking the tip as she pulls it out, eyes never leaving mine. “All clean.”
Feeling like I was just burned with a blowtorch, I know I won’t ever forget this feeling. I’m doing my best to remain calm when all I want to do is rip this chick from the counter, throw her to the ground and have my way with her.
You’re in charge, Vincent. Stay there.
“Daisy.” I croak out, feeling myself slowly breaking apart. I’m not going to be able to stay away from her at all. And for someone who always has control over myself, this is a new feeling.
She gives me a sugary sweet smile. “Yes, boss?”
Time to surrender, Vincent.
I step closer, placing my hands on her thighs, widening them as I wedge myself between her legs. “Call me boss again, and you’re going to find out just how bossy I can be.”
Her eyes flare. I’ve just issued a dare to this feisty red head that I know she won’t let me win. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me close against her, holding me hostage. I can feel her hot pussy pressed against my cock that’s straining to escape my pants. I push back against her and she rubs herself on me again.
“We shouldn’t do this.”
“Do what, boss?”
Her faux innocent tone sets me into motion. I cradle her face and pull her towards me. We connect and her lips jumpstart my heart. She tastes incredible. Like the sweet red wine we’ve been drinking and every sinful fantasy I’ve been dreaming of.
I run my thumbs across her cheeks, taking in her soft skin. I trace the cupid’s bow of her pink full lips, wanting to taste them once more. I trail my fingers along her jawline, lifting her neck as I let my tongue wander her skin. Teasing and tasting, I drag my tongue from the hollow of her throat, and back up to her bottom lip, nipping it as I take her mouth once more. Her whimpers only stir me more.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Daisy. This throat? Absolutely perfect.” I kiss it once more, stroking it with my fingertips. “I’ve dreamt about it, you know? I’ve dreamt about you on your knees while my cock slides down this gorgeous, wet throat. Do you think you can take all of me?”
She nods and swallows. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, boss.”
All common sense has left me. Every reason I’ve had for not chasing this woman has disappeared from my mind.
I’ll deal with the fallout tomorrow, but tonight? I’m going to enjoy every bit of sinful wrong that comes along with fucking my daughter’s best friend.
I’m surrendering. It’s a twisted surrender, but I’m all in.