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CHAPTER 35: Was That Strategy? Or Sincerity?
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Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 36: Back Off, Ellis
We found a small table by the window at Bean & Leaf. Our peppermint white mochas arrived in red cups, topped with whipped cream and crushed candy canes that melted almost immediately into sweet pink swirls. Mia took one sip and let out an exaggerated moan. “Okay, this was worth the line. I’m in love.” I laughed, wrapping my cold hands around my cup. The warmth seeped into my palms, grounding me. For the first few minutes, it was perfect—Mia rambling about her plans, me nodding along, the cafe bustling around us and the hiss of the espresso machine. I let myself relax, just a little. The conversation with Mia in the car still lingered in the back of my mind, but the sugar and caffeine and normalcy helped push it down. We were halfway through our drinks, picking at a shared gingerbread muffin, when I felt a prickle on the back of my neck like someone was staring. I glanced up casually, scanning the room, and my stomach dropped. Ellis. One of Noah’s friends, the
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 35: Was That Strategy? Or Sincerity?
“Fine, fine,” she relented, still grinning. “Prude.” We fell into easier conversation after that, Mia updating me on her latest dating disasters, me pretending to be scandalized while secretly grateful for the normalcy. Eventually, Mia glanced at her phone and sighed. “Okay, I really do have to get to the library soon, but there’s something I need to pick up first. That limited-edition holiday drink from Bean & Leaf—the peppermint white mocha thing that sells out in like two hours. I’ve been craving it all week.” I perked up. “Oh my God, me too. I’ve been meaning to get one before they’re gone for the season.” Mia’s eyes lit up. “Road trip? We can grab them together, and you can tell me more non-dirty details about your life on the way.” “Yeah,” I said, smiling. “Let’s do it.” Mia clapped her hands. “Perfect. I’ll wait here. Go change out of your ‘I’ve been thoroughly ravished’ uniform.” She gestured at Gage’s oversized T-shirt with a smirk. I rolled my eyes but felt my chee
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 34: Just Don’t Fall Inlove With Him
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ “So are you going to start talking?” Mia’s voice cut through the quiet of the kitchen like a perfectly aimed dart. I froze with my hand halfway to the fridge door, the cool air wafting out and doing nothing to calm the sudden heat in my cheeks. I sighed, long and defeated, letting the door swing shut. I’d been stupidly grateful when I woke up and realized I had no classes today—blissful, delusional hope that I could hide in the mansion, maybe spend the day curled up with Gage if he wasn’t buried in work, and avoid the inevitable Mia interrogation at least until tomorrow. But Mia Ramirez doesn’t do “later.” She does “now,” preferably with relentless eye contact. She was perched on one of the high stools at the kitchen island, legs swinging, arms crossed, looking entirely too pleased with herself. Her curls were pulled into a messy bun, and she wore an oversized university hoodie that probably belonged to whatever guy she was casually seeing this week. I’d been wearing
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 33: Stay With Me Tonight
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I don’t remember falling asleep. One moment Gage was still moving inside me, slow and deep, whispering my name like a prayer against my ear, and the next everything went soft and dark, my body giving out under the weight of too much pleasure, too much emotion, and too much literally everything. Before I knew it, I was passed out in his arms, boneless and floating, the world reduced to the steady thump of his heartbeat under my cheek. When I woke, the room was quiet, and the clock on the nightstand glowed 2:17 a.m. I tried to stand up but my muscles felt tender and sore, skin sensitive, and the faint ache between my thighs a constant reminder of how thoroughly he’d taken me. I shifted under the sheet and realized I was clean. Really clean. There was no stickiness, or lingering sweat. He must have bathed me while I was out, or at least wiped me down with the same gentle care he’d shown during aftercare last night. “That’s sweet,” I muttered under my breath, my g
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 32: You’re Mine
I could feel his pulse racing against my lips, the heat of his skin, the faint taste of salt when I pressed an open-mouthed kiss there. He didn’t slow, didn’t pause… just climbed the stairs with steady strides, one arm banded under my ass, the other splayed across my bare back. I was completely naked, clothes abandoned somewhere downstairs. He kicked his bedroom door shut behind us, the click loud in the quiet house. He lowered me slowly onto the mattress, following me down until his weight pinned me gently, his mouth finding mine again. This kiss was different from downstairs, it was more slower, deeper, and less frantic but no less hungry. His tongue stroked mine lazily, like he had all the time in the world now that we were here. I arched up into him, hands sliding under his shirt to feel the heat of his back, the flex of muscle as he held himself over me. “You’re still dressed,” I whispered against his lips, tugging at his shirt. He pulled back just enough to smirk. “Fix i
Daddies Taste Better CHAPTER 31: So Wet Already
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ The drive home was quiet, but not the awkward kind. Gage’s hand stayed on my thigh the entire time, thumb tracing slow, absent patterns through my jeans. Every once in a while he’d squeeze lightly, a silent reminder that he was thinking about me. I stared out the window, watching the city give way to the winding roads leading to the mansion, my mind spinning with the way his touch grounded me even as it set me on fire. When we pulled through the gates, the house loomed ahead. Gage parked in the circular drive and came around to open my door before I could even unbuckle. His hand enveloped mine as he helped me out, fingers lacing tightly, like he didn’t want to let go even for a second. The front door opened into the hallway and high ceilings. I heard the distant clatter of dishes in the kitchen—the housekeeper was still here. But Gage didn’t care. The second the door clicked shut behind us, he moved. One arm slid around my waist, the other under my knees, and he lif
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