Possessive Baby Daddy

“Come on,” he says, taking my hand.

“Where are we going?”

“Back to my place,” he says, and tilts his head toward me with a cocky, gorgeous smirk. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to keep your hands to yourself much longer.”He lives in a beach house another twenty minutes away. We pull into the driveway and he parks the car, gets out, and heads up the steps. I hurry after him and stop as he opens the front door, grinning at me. “What?” he asks.

“You know what. I drive by these places, but…”

He laughs. “Come on.”

We head inside. His house is enormous and glass, an incredible modern structure built right on the beach. There’s a path along his backyard that takes him right down to the water. Everything is immaculate and expensive, although there isn’t much decoration.

“Sorry it’s so sparse,” he says. “I bought the place a couple months ago and haven’t really spent much time here.”

“You weren’t kidding when you said your family’s rich, were you?”

“No, I really wasn’t. And I said we were wealthy.” He takes a bottle of wine from a cabinet and opens it. “There’s a difference.”

He pours two glasses. “Sorry I’m so uncultured that I don’t know what they are.”

He grins and slides me a glass. I take it and sip, trying to push away my nerves.

“Rich means you have a lot of money. Lots of people are rich. But wealthy means you’re lodged deep into the soul of this country. Wealthy means you have money and power.”

“That’s your family, then?”

He shrugs. “The Lofthouse family, at least. I’m not sure how central I am, if I’m honest.”

I frown a little as he comes around the island. He steps toward me, eyes roaming my body. “You’re dressed for a business meeting,” he notes.

“You are too.”

“True.” He puts his glass down, takes off his jacket. He tosses it over the back of a chair. “How’s that?”

“A little better.” I take a long sip of my wine and put the glass down next to his then start to unbutton my blouse. I feel like I’ve lost my mind completely.

He tilts his head and watches. I untuck my shirt from my skirt and finish unbuttoning it, letting it hang open. I’m wearing a light blue top and a navy bra underneath. He steps forward and pushes my shirt off, letting it slide down my skin and onto the floor. He looks at me and a smile comes to his lips.

“This is better than a meeting,” he practically purrs. “Look at you. Long, red hair. Bright blue eyes. And a perfect fucking body.” He moves me back and I feel myself run up against the island. His lips find my neck and I suck in a breath, moving my hands down to untuck his shirt. I pull it out then start to unbutton it as he kisses my throat and my chest. He reaches around my back and unhooks my bra. I let it slide forward and off just as I get his shirt open.

My hands find muscles, ripped and hard. He’s fit and shredded. His shirt comes off and I kiss his chest as he grabs my hair. He’s covered in tattoos, dark and colorful in swirls and images I can barely take in as his lips meet mine. We kiss and I moan into it, unable to help myself.

I’ve gone insane. I know it for sure. I’m in some gorgeous, rich stranger’s amazing multi-million-dollar home, and I just took off my shirt for him. I let him stare at my body, and now his lips are on mine, and god, I’m losing it. Pleasure and desire rage all over my body, my skin prickles with need for him.

And his fingers drive me wild as he reaches up to unzip my skirt. He tugs it down and it drops to the floor. I’m in just a pair of panties, standing on my toes to kiss him, and he pulls my hair tight. I gasp and bend back against the island. His hand slides down the front of my panties as his lips suck my small, pink nipples.

His tongue feels so good as his fingers spread my pussy then slide up my slit. He rolls them along my clit, making me shiver with desire. He growls and bites my nipples gently before kissing me again and pressing his fingers deep inside my pussy.

I gasp and whisper his name. He smirks and kisses my legs. “I love hearing that,” he says. “My name on your lips drives me fucking wild.”

I reach down and unbuckle his belt. I tug his pants off, let them fall to the floor. He steps back and kicks them off, staring at my body. My chest is heaving, my nipples are hard, and my pussy is dripping wet. I can see his hard cock through his black boxer briefs, and I can’t help but let my eyes go wide. He’s huge, I can see it already, and he hasn’t even taken off his underwear.