Lilah blushed, but as I expected, Lola’s bright attitude and charismatic draw had put Lilah more at ease. “And, I’ve even convinced her to forget this rubbish plan of staying somewhere else. She’ll have the whole guest suite downstairs!”
My body went rigid at her announcement. What the fuck? Lilah wouldn’t be staying anywhere but in my fucking bed, and I’d been completely clear about it from the beginning. I’d agreed to keep our relationship a secret for a while with the condition that she tell them she was “staying with a friend.”
Lilah peeked at me through her lashes and when she clocked my no doubt thunderous expression, her eyes darted away guiltily. She rushed over and took a seat on the opposite side of the couch from her dad, keeping her back to me.
Lola launched into a conversation, drawing both Lilah and Samuel out of their shells, keeping the topics light and helping them get to know each other. All the while I stayed where I was, silently fuming.
Sometime later, Samuel looked up at me and I quickly wiped all expression from my face. “I hope you’ll stay for dinner, Ethan.”
“Absolutely,” I answered evenly, trying to hide my clenched jaw and the anger radiating from my body.
Lola smiled happily and stood. “Great! I’ll go check on it.” As she neared me, she placed a hand on my arm to gain my attention. “Would you mind grabbing Lilah’s bags from the car and take them to her room, Ethan?”
It was on the tip of my tongue to refuse, but I decided to do as I was asked for now. I needed to talk to Lilah alone before I caused a scene. After retrieving her small amount of luggage, since most everything had been shipped to our home, I dropped it in the bedroom of the guest suite on the first floor.
Stalking out into the hall, I glimpsed a flash of mint green, and platinum-blonde hair, vanishing into Samuel’s office. I purposefully strode after her and walked in to find her bent over, her round little ass in the air, rummaging through an open drawer of the desk. I shut the door behind me, flipping the lock. At the sound of the click, Lilah whirled around, clutching a small book to her chest.
She breathed out in a huff and frowned. “You scared me,” she accused. “Lola sent me in here to grab this photo album.” Her defensive explanation was unnecessary. I didn’t give a flying fuck why she was in there. My long legs quickly ate up the distance between us and I snatched the book from her, tossing it onto the desk. Then I put her wrists behind her back, locking them in one of my hands. I backed her up until she was caged between me and the desk.
“I ought to put you over my knee and spank the shit out of you, baby girl,” I growled. Her eyes widened and she glanced over my shoulder to the office door. “Eyes on me!” I snapped. “You want to explain why the fuck Lola thinks you’ll be spending your nights here?”
She dropped her blues to my chest, and I used my other hand to grip her chin and lift her face. “I said eyes on me!”
“It just seemed simpler than trying to hide where I was actually staying and make it easier to get to know them.” Her lips pursed. “Isn’t that what you convinced me I should do?” she asked stubbornly.
This whole situation had me on edge and I leaned my face down so I was only a breath away, snarling, “Is that what you want, baby girl? To sleep alone? To go to bed every night and dream about my mouth making you come? My cock filling your soaked pussy?” Her face heated at my words, but I wasn’t done yet.
The position I had her in was pushing her tits into my chest and my rock hard cock against her belly. I pressed a little more, emphasizing my point. “Is that what you want, Lilah? Dreams of me, instead of the real thing?”
“Um—well, I—” she stuttered. I cut her off, sealing my mouth over hers. My tongue pushed into her mouth, dancing with hers and she moaned.
I couldn’t fucking take it any longer. Between my anger and raging desire, I lost my mind. With one hand at her waist, I lifted her onto the desk, perfectly aligning our centers. Pulling on her arms and arching her back even more, I palmed one of her tits, squeezing it in rhythm with the plunges of my tongue.
I eventually tore my mouth away from hers and waited, panting, for her to open her eyes. They were glazed and filled with fire. “You need to keep quiet, Lilah. You don’t want your daddy to hear me fucking his little girl, do you?”
My words shattered her haze and she glanced at the door once more. Setting her on her feet for a moment, I slapped her ass with a swift crack. “I won’t tell you again, Lilah,” I barked, and her eyes shot back to mine. I nodded, satisfied with her obedience and placed her back onto the top of the desk. “Can you be silent?” I pushed as I tweaked a rigid nipple. Her lips pressed into a straight line and she nodded. “Good girl.”