Daddy's Angel (Montana Daddies 7)

His lips twitched. “Damn. And I was hoping for the spanking.”

“Bet you were. Pervert.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Only when it comes to you, baby.”

With the day she’d had, the last thing she’d imagined she’d be doing was smiling. But somehow, this gruff ogre always made her feel better.

They walked out to the swimming pool in silence. It was chilly, and she was thankful she’d put a robe on after getting into her dark blue bikini. Bain didn’t seem to notice. He just stripped off and climbed in naked. She glanced around, but it was dark and there was only one building overlooking them. Even if someone was watching, they were still unlikely to see much.

He dove in. Okay, he couldn’t just swim.

He could swim.

He was so graceful that she just watched him for several minutes as he moved up and down the pool. She untied her robe shivering slightly. It was a bit cool to be swimming. But the pool was heated and as soon as she submerged herself in the warmth, she let out a sigh of satisfaction.

Bliss.

She dove under the water, her hair floating out behind her. She started swimming laps. Going slow and steady. She swam under the water until her lungs were burning. Then she burst up to the surface.

She did lazy lengths until her mind cleared, and her body started to tire then she moved to the side and looked out of the edge to the city. The Manhattan skyline was lit up. She enjoyed the view. But she found herself wishing for the stars. The peace and quiet of the mountains.

A large body pressed itself against her and she leaned her head back against his shoulder. He grasped hold of her hair in his fist, pulling it to the side so he could nibble on her neck.

“Keep your arms against the side of the pool.”

Her heart skipped at the command. She’d discovered how much she loved being ordered around in the bedroom. Which was lucky, since Bain grew even bossier during sex.

How that was even possible, she didn’t know.

“We can’t do anything here, someone might see.”

“It’s dark. They can’t see much. And you’re gonna stay under the water.” He moved his hands around to her breasts, plucking at her nipples. She gasped as they hardened.

“Changed my mind,” he muttered.

Disappointment flooded through her. Even though this was far riskier than anything she’d ever done, she certainly wasn’t leading a rock’n roll lifestyle that was for sure, she didn’t want to stop.

“Reach back and put your arms behind my neck. Want you completely accessible.”

Oh. He didn’t want to stop then.

She slid her arms back and grasped hold of his neck. He slid the cups of her bikini up over her breasts, baring them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs.

“I’m gonna make you come. Want to hear you scream as you come. Going to wash away all the bad shit that happened today. Replace it with good.”

“Oh. Oh,” she cried as he moved one hand lower, down her belly.

“So fucking beautiful. And all mine. Tell me.”

His finger slid under her bottoms, just resting it on her clit. “Please.” She tried to thrust her hips, to make him move but he removed his hand.

“Nooo!”

“Tell me.”

“Yours. I’m yours.” Did it even need to be said? They both knew she was his. Always. Forever.

“Damn fucking right you are. Hold on tight, baby. Keep looking out. Let me make you feel good.”