His Love

He pretended to think.

“Well, I do have an ice skating rink,” he said drolly. “Along with complimentary skates and a Zamboni to clean the ice.”

I giggled, eyes wide. Seriously? Oh my god, that was a luxury beyond my wildest imagination. A private ice skating rink?

But the billionaire laughed then.

“No, baby girl, I was just kidding. I don’t have a private rink because that’d be insane in the city. But if you want to go to Rockefeller Center for a special skating session, I’m pretty sure I can get them to clear it out for us. I know the CEO, and he’ll get us in,” Mr. Lyons added with a wink.

I looked at him, stunned. Because the extravagance of his life that blew me away. Private ice skating at Rockefeller Center? Where they had the big Christmas tree and filmed the Today show? It was luxury that I never dreamed of. He had connections that were so powerful that anything could happen.

Yet I had nothing to offer Mr. Lyons in return. So why was he being so nice to me? Why was he spending time with a small-town girl who had nothing but dreams?

“Mr. Lyons,” I began hesitantly.

“Luke, sweetheart,” he interrupted, that low voice smooth and deep. “I want you to call me Luke.”

“Luke,” I said tentatively, tasting the name on my lips. It sounded right, like I was calling out to a lover, a male animal who could take and control, one that waited in the bushes until his female was ripe and ready. “Luke,” I began again slowly.

A black eyebrow quirked.

“Yeah sweetheart?”

I took a deep breath.

“This is an amazing place, and you’ve been very kind to me,” I began. “More than generous.”

It was true because Luke had made sure that I landed a solo in our next performance. It wasn’t a huge part. I wasn’t the Black Swan in Swan Lake or anything like that, but my solo was a solid five-minute routine where there’d be no one on stage but me. I took another deep breath.

“You’ve been very kind,” I said bravely once again. “And I just wanted to know, is there something I can do for you?”

My cheeks colored because of course there was something. I’m eighteen, young and innocent, but I’m not that naïve. I knew there was something that I had, and that only I could give.

Mr. Lyons shot me a long, amused look.

“And what makes you say that?” he rumbled, that huge frame sitting on a couch, dark and imposing. “What makes you say that, sweet thing?”

I colored.

“Well, it’s just that, we’ve already, you know,” I said helplessly. “We’ve already, and then you…” Oh god, the words wouldn’t come out. I couldn’t say it, my tongue tripping over itself.

“You mean, because I’ve already tasted you?” he rumbled, lips quirking into an amused smile. But that smile was dangerous too, because the blue of his eyes turned dark, gleaming with purpose.

I nodded helplessly, every nerve in my body quivering with awareness of this man.

“Yes,” I whispered. “You’ve been so kind to me already, and I just thought ….”

“Thought what?” he rumbled deeply, blue eyes searing. “What did you think baby girl?”

By now, my nips jutted out from my sweater, like hard bullets pointed straight at his mouth. And those lips curved into a knowing smile again, taking in my huge, luscious Double Ds, the generous flesh already quivering for him.

I swallowed thickly.

“Well I just thought that I should do something for you,” I whispered. “You’ve been so giving.”

The black eyebrow quirked again, but something imperceptible changed in the air. Sure, he was still a powerful male animal, leaning back against the white leather couch, but somehow now that huge form was filled with tension now. Even if Luke hadn’t moved a muscle, suddenly the distance between us was charged with electricity, that blue gaze hot.

But his voice remained completely calm, giving nothing away.

“What did you have in mind, baby girl?” he rumbled. “What were you thinking of doing for Daddy?”

I blushed because when he’d tasted me last time, he’d called himself Daddy. It was weird at first, but within minutes, it felt right. Because this man is my Daddy. Mr. Lyons makes things happen, he makes me feel treasured and precious, like the world will fall at my feet. So I nodded hesitantly, brown eyes wide.

“Daddy, I was going to let you taste me again,” I whispered this time, looking down before looking up once more and meeting his gaze. “I want you to.”

For sure, I thought he’d jump on it. I thought Luke would have me in his lap in a second, face buried between my thighs. In fact, my pussy juiced in anticipation, moist fluid seeping from my slit. It’d been so good last time, so unbelievably arousing, and I desperately wanted to feel his mouth on me once more.