Spoil Me, Daddy(2)

“Did Greg wear you out? Is that why you’re hungry?” Mary teased her friend and I choked, shocked. Yeah, I’d had similar thoughts, but those words from sweet Mary?

I switched my glance from Jane to Greg repeatedly, and I could see Jane’s cheeks start to turn red. That was the kind of shit I liked to give Greg non-stop, and that was exactly why we were friends. That Mary was joining in on the fun made her twice as interesting. I just hoped I could get her to blush like that.

I couldn’t help but stare at the girl…or rather, woman. Woman – that was what I meant. For a couple of eighteen-year-olds, Mary and Jane looked mature, all grown-up – in an extremely good way. Their clothes were tight, hugging perky breasts and tight asses, but Mary knocked me dead with a megawatt smile that make my dick stir. Which was not good, not right now. Not on Greg’s front stoop. But a man who didn’t stare at them was probably gay. It was no wonder Greg was nuts for Jane, that he got some all the time.

When he first told me he had the hots for an eighteen-year-old, I gave him shit. Greg was handsome, and he knew how to work the beard. He was even a lawyer, or would be once he passed the Bar exam. He was a catch. Women his age would flaunt themselves at him, but according to him, there was just something about Jane, something that actually made him get into a committed relationship. Last time I talked to him, he was thinking marriage—which was nuts. He hadn’t asked Jane yet, but she’d practically moved in with him. Her family was usually off traveling the world, so devoting her time to Greg appeared to be an easy choice. And if I had a woman like her in my bed every night...

“You’re just jealous you don’t have a hot, young girlfriend…and sex-on-demand,” returned Greg. Yeah, he’d read my mind.

“That was gold, man.” I clapped my friend on the back. “You got me there. No sex-on-demand, and I’m done with the one-night-stands.”

“Hmmm…” My head moved to look at the owner of the soft voice. Mary was looking at me with a curious brow raised before she curved her lips up into a small smile. Then, she looked away and wrapped an arm around Jane’s.

“I heard we’re having steaks,” she said. “I’ll help get things ready.”

“All the food’s been prepped,” Greg told her. “I just need to grill the steaks. Come on in.”

Greg and Jane, hand in hand, led us toward the kitchen.

Mary said, “Thank you for inviting me over for dinner, Mr. Parker. Your home’s lovely.”

“No, thank you,” came his response before he glanced at me for a second. “You’ll be doing Gabe a huge favor by looking after his niece this summer.”

“No problem, I love children,” she replied, her tone almost cooing, as she met my eyes. “How often does she need to be watched?”

Before I could open my mouth to speak, Greg was quick to say, “Before you two talk business and start being boring, let’s eat first. Potatoes and salad are ready, and the steak will come in a few minutes.”

With a series of nods, the three of us took our seats. I sat beside Mary, our legs touching beneath the table, and I couldn’t help the sudden stirring feeling inside me.

Damn.

Damn. Damn. Damn. I was in trouble. My dick was getting a zipper imprint just because our thighs were touching.

That was all I thought throughout dinner. When Mary tied her ebony hair up into a ponytail, exposing her nape, I couldn’t help but hitch my breath. I tried my best to be as subtle as possible. When Mary opened her luscious, red lips to take a bite of the steak, I used all my willpower not to wonder what they would look like around my dick. When she easily contributed to the conversation with her light, feminine voice, I discovered she was smart and witty as well as beautiful. Everything about her – I just wanted to experience more. Hell, I fucking wanted to taste her. All of her.

“How’s your steak?” she asked.

Out of courtesy and a little nudge from my dick, I glanced at her, more like stared, actually. Her lips curved up into a small smile, and she turned so her upper torso leaned toward me. My eyes glanced down to look at her cleavage. I couldn’t help it. I was only a man and fuck... it was lush and she was more than a handful. I clenched my fists so I wouldn’t cup her in my palms and feel how heavy they were, see how they overflowed over my fingers. When I looked back up, her smile had turned into a curious smirk. It was as if she was taunting me.

There was no doubt she was flirting. I’d had experience with women trying to grab my attention; I knew most of what they stored in their bag of tricks, and it looked like Mary was playing the same game. I shook my head subtly. I didn’t want to think about it too much. She was eighteen years old.