Daddy's Dirty Boss

“You’ll be even more sore when we go and get your actual birthday present,” I told her, and she twisted her face back to mine.

“My actual birthday present? Do I even have one?”

I couldn’t hold back my smile. “Yes, princess, you really have one.”

Her shock was addictive. The surprise on her face was enough to make me heady as sin.

“Let’s get up and go see,” I said, and eased her so fucking slowly to her feet.Chapter NineteenFaithWould the shocks ever stop coming? I doubted it. Not at this rate.

Still, with shocks this fantastically great I’d happily take a million more just as fast as they were coming.

Sitting in the passenger seat, next to the idol of a man who’d already consumed me over and over, was a whole other bout of daydream land. A crazy awesome bout of daydream land.

“You messaged them?” he asked as he indicated out of his street, and I nodded, my phone still held tight in my lap, on top of the pleated school skirt I really hadn’t been expecting to wear out in public.

“Yeah, Mum said I don’t need to worry about getting back for dinner. She said she’ll see me later.”

He gave a nod. Eyes still on the road. “Good. We’ll be a while.”

I smiled to myself. A grin that crept up so wide.

I sure hoped we’d be a while. A seriously long one.

I’d never get tired of this crazy setup. Daydream land would have me holed up tight as long as it would let me. Yes, please.

Although I had my phone, I hadn’t managed much of a reply yet to Holly, scrolling through her question marks and open-mouthed emojis with barely more than a talk later, sorry, all great in reply once I’d messaged my parents. I put the handset back on standby when her thumbs-up pinged through. And then I turned my attention all the way back to Mr Lindon.

Miles.

I turned my attention all the way back to Miles.

“You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” I quizzed. “Not even a clue? A teeny weeny clue?”

I loved his smirk. “Not even a teeny weeny clue.” He looked across at me. “How is your teeny weeny asshole feeling after losing its virginity?”

Now this was a new side. This filthy talking Miles Lindon interlaced with general light-hearted chatter. I liked this side very, very much. Even though my pussy felt like it’d been ten rounds straight in a boxing ring, it still let out a little flutter and begged me to clench.

In response to his teeny weeny asshole question I shifted just a little in my seat. It hurt like a bitch. An absolute one. It hurt like an Erica Tate on an office bitch stampede, in fact. A sharp pang that shot right up. And then an ache. An ache that blended with the carnage right next door to it.

“Sore,” I said. “And that’s putting it mildly.”

“I imagine you’ve taken your fill for the day, then? Are you calling a teeny weeny asshole time out in the festivities?”

I loved the dirty humour in his voice. It made me blush and smirk right back.

“Maybe I’ll take a time out on the afternoon. Just a short-term break from the action though, yeah?” I was still instinctively nervous. Still ready to pinch myself that this was really ongoing fun and games for him.

But it was definitely ongoing.

His eyes were so alive.

“Yeah,” he said. “We’ll call a short break. I’ll just have to get my cock to hold its breath for a while.”

How my heart soared. It actually soared, pounding hard.

He wanted me. Really, truly wanted me. Even after taking all my holes and sampling the goods.

I was still beaming as we headed out of town and joined the motorway until we were two counties along. It didn’t matter how long we were driving, I still didn’t have the faintest clue of our destination, but I didn’t care.

As usual, I didn’t care about anything much when I was sitting so close to the man I adored.

My butterflies were every bit as frantic as normal around him, but there was this zing of excitement today along with them. Excitement and sparkle.

The radio was on, and my foot was tapping, even though the movement hurt my butt like hell, and I was happy. Really happy. Ridiculously, insanely, crazily, scream it to the universe happy.

I really wasn’t expecting it when he indicated left and headed into a car dealership. He pulled up in one of the spaces outside and flashed me a whole new smirk as he switched off the engine.

“Here we are, princess Faith. Destination birthday present,” he said, and I couldn’t even begin to fathom what he was talking about. Because there was no way… not here…

“What? You mean this place?!” I asked, and he nodded.

“Yes. I mean this place. Walters Auto Dealership. Let’s go find out what’s here for the birthday girl, shall we?”