The Boss's Runaway

And then I can’t help myself, I’m railing her like a beast, sweat rolling down the sides of my face, my lips pulled back in a snarl. I’m suddenly determined to make her come again while I’m eight deep in her ass—and I know exactly how to do it. I give her more play time than she can stand, curving myself over her sexy body so I can growl directly into her ear.

“Maybe I’ll walk you down the aisle someday, pumpkin. But your horny pussy and this tight-as-fuck ass will always be married to Daddy. We’ll always sneak off on Christmas morning so I can open my real present—these thighs.”

I’m twice her size, yet she almost bucks me off, she comes so hard, screaming and shoving herself down on my hard sex, burying me deeper than I thought possible with a virgin—and I’m carried away on a tide, bellowing hoarsely into her neck, bliss shooting through me at the speed of light, my balls locked in a seemingly permanent spasm, filling her up with hot semen until it’s raining down into the sand beneath the swing. It’s painful to remain inside of her because she’s cinched up so tight, so I withdraw and drop to my knees behind her, my entire body in a state of euphoric shock.

But nothing compares to the pleasure of her slumping back into my arms, turning and wrapping her arms around my neck, nearly sedated from what we’ve done. She trusts me to carry her home and take care of her. Be her man. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.

From now until forever.

Chapter Eleven

Sissy

I close my locker and sigh with happiness.

It has been one week since I started working as a blackjack dealer—and I’ve loved every second. Sure, there seems to be an inordinate amount of men flocking to my table, but Locke is forever standing behind me to keep them in check. The big engagement ring on my finger doesn’t hurt, either. Locke proposed to me in a beautiful restaurant overlooking the Strip yesterday and I almost launched myself across the table in an attempt to say yes and throw my arms around him at the same time.

A week ago, I thought I knew happiness, but ever since Locke and I worked out our issue, that feeling has increased tenfold and now I don’t walk. I float.

Faye sidles up next to me, stowing a bottle of body spray in her locker, before leaning against it to eyeball me. “Someone is glowing,” she says, a reluctant smile playing around the edges of her mouth. We got off to a bad start my first day of waitressing, but ever since I came back, we’ve started to build an unlikely friendship. I think I impressed her by coming back at all after the stir I caused on the casino floor. “Locke must be magic in the sack.”

I flush to the roots of my hair.

Magic is an understatement.

Now that he’s given himself the freedom to be the older, male authority—so to speak—in the bedroom, we race home from work with the need to be undressed and in bed together. Sometimes we don’t make it. I’ve been taken on the hood of two different cars in the parking garage, my butt squeaking up and back on the shiny exterior. And this afternoon, I got on my knees for him in the suite he keeps upstairs in case of emergencies, worshipping the delicious length of him until he poured himself down my throat.

It was my first time taking Daddy in my mouth and I plan on doing it again tonight.

He’s going to want me on my back or face down with my legs spread open, but I’ll pout until he lets me taste him. At least for a little while. I’m already addicted to his salty flavor.

“I’ll take that expression on your face as confirmation,” Faye snorts, shutting her locker and walking away shaking her head. “Oh!” she says, turning back around on a heel with a snap of her fingers. “I forgot to mention, there was a man here yesterday asking for you.”

My nose wrinkles. “A man?”

“Yeah. Older, sort of seemed…I don’t know. Out of place among the crowd?” My heart is beginning to pound wildly in my ribcage. “You’ve got a lot of admirers, you know? Locke has put his proverbial scent all over you and terrifies anyone who gets too close to his territory. But this guy obviously hasn’t gotten the message.”

“Right,” I manage to say, feeling winded. “Thank you for letting me know.”

“Sure thing.” She winks at me, heads for the locker room exit. “See you out there.”

“Okay,” I breathe, pressing a hand to my stomach in an attempt to stop it from flipping over and over. No way. Could it be? Has my father found me?