Touch Me, Daddy

10 - Sadie.

My boss lifts me out of the pool first, moonlight glinting in the shower of water droplets. The wind roams over my wet skin, goosebumps prickling from the cold, but I don't have time to shiver before Stefan is here too, tugging me to the sun lounger then wrestling my soaked dress over my head.

"Damn thing," he mutters as he does it, black hair dripping in his eyes, and god, he's so beautiful under the stars. Like some ancient Roman god rather than my cranky boss in a sodden tux.

The dress lands with a splat.

Then I'm crowded back, guided down onto the lounger, and Stefan strips off his own clothes before crawling on top of me, every movement ruthlessly efficient.

His body heat is delicious. So overwhelming and warm. Stefan is the perfect muscly blanket to chase away the chill, and when he kisses me again, deep and soulful, I could burst with joy.

This is happening.

This is happening!

I've loved him for so long, pined for him for so long, and I never thought... never dreamed...

Hang on.

"Do you still find me annoying?" I ask as my boss peels down the left cup of my bra, sucking the hard bead of my n****e into his mouth. He grunts, tongue swirling, and that coil of heat travels all the way down my body to twist between my legs.

Stefan pulls back long enough to nuzzle my small boob. "Obviously not. Wait, no—I never found you annoying. Why would you think that?"

He frowns at me, genuinely troubled, and I sputter out a laugh, weaving my fingers through his damp hair. "Because of all the things you said and did."

Another scowl—but this one comes with fiery heat in his eyes. "I'll show you what I think of you, Sadie."

And Stefan kneels up and grabs two fistfuls of my blue lace panties. He tears them apart in one go, muscles shifting, like he's ripping wet tissue paper and not thick, soaked lace, then tosses both scraps over his shoulder into the darkness.

Stefan pauses and raises an eyebrow at me. I gape.

"Underwear is expensive, you jerk!"

"I'll buy you new ones," is all Stefan says, pushing my thighs apart. "A new pair every day if you let me tear them off you."

Oh god, I will, won't I? My body moves easily under his touch, legs flopping open, completely compliant, because I am a giant weenie who loves her boss's secret caveman side. He could touch me with a fingertip and I'd move. He could tear every scrap of clothing off me and I'd still assume the position: face down, ass up, quivering with eagerness.

Ah, well. Dignity is overrated.

When Stefan's scowl zeroes in between my legs, fixing there, I bite down on my lip hard. Every self-conscious atom in my body screams at me to close my legs, to hide away from his inspection, but Stefan's breathing gets heavier, his nostrils flare, and I don't want to shatter this moment.

Want to see what he'll do.

How he'll lay claim to me.

"This," Stefan says at last, grating out the words. Fingertips coast along my slit, spreading my slickness and tickling me until I squirm. "This. This is mine. You're mine, Sadie."

"Okay."

My wobbly agreement brings out a shark's smile.

Then he's leaning down, shifting around, shouldering his way between my legs; pausing to kiss my hip, my stomach, my belly button, my thigh. Stefan peppers my whole body with kisses, including my awkward angles and every dimpled, squishy bit, before his breath finally mists across my most sensitive area.

"You're so sweet, Sadie." Stefan sounds dazed, staring between my legs, stroking and rubbing and watching me arch and gasp. "So perfectly sweet. Bet you taste it too. Like sugar on my tongue."

The flat of Stefan's tongue strokes me from ass to clit. It's a thorough, shameless, claiming lick, and my head tips back on a gasp.

Holy. s**t.

Hot breaths puff against my inner thighs, and my boss is licking, sucking, nibbling, spreading me wider on this sun lounger and devouring me like I'm his own personal feast. And maybe I don't taste like literal sugar, but Stefan Rodriguez does not seem to mind—not if those pleased, hungry grunts are anything to go by.

Wet heat swirls over my clit.

It all feels so freaking good my eyes cross.

And thank god this is a private rooftop, because if someone else came up here, if they found us like this... I'm not sure I could stop.

"Mine," Stefan rumbles, his words vibrating against my clit. Another deep lick. "You're mine."

No arguments here.

I've been his for four years. All those coffees I brought, all those times I smiled at his cranky face as he stepped off the elevator, all those phone calls I fielded and appointments I booked...

I did it all with so much love.

"Sadie." The sun lounger rasps across the stone tiles as Stefan forces us back an inch. My boss presses a very hot, very solid, very real kiss on my hip. "My perfect girl. f**k, I need you. Need you right now. Roll over."

Giddy with desire, my limbs all loose and clumsy, I flop over and scramble to my hands and knees. Yes. Want this so badly.

"Next time, we'll do this in a bed." A strong hand smooths down my spine, making my tense muscles go all melty. Arching my back, I smile like a goofball at the silent, sparkling pool. He said 'next time', right? "It'll be romantic. I'll do this properly, Sadie, I swear, but right now..."

Stefan's other hand twists my ponytail, wrapping it around his hand once, twice, three times. The sharp tug tilts my head back, scalp prickling, and molten heat swirls between my legs. I gasp up at the stars, so ready, so thrilled.

Oh god, I need him.

"Do it. Please, Stefan, do it. Oh my gosh. Don't make me wait."

I'm babbling, my mouth running ahead of my fevered brain, but I don't care. I'm happy to beg Stefan Rodriguez if he'll give me what I need: if he'll take this maddening, tickly, hollow feeling away and stretch me full.

"Relax," he says, his tone so gentle even as he strokes my spine again, touch masterful and firm. "Let me in, sweetheart."

Something blunt notches at my entrance.

Wriggling my thighs wider, I force myself to breathe.