DADDY'S NAUGHTY PET
"Kiss my neck. Like you mean it."
He didn't hesitate. His mouth found the spot just below my ear—soft at first, lips brushing skin, then teeth grazing, tongue flicking out to taste. I gasped, hand flying to his thigh, fingers squeezing the denim. The heat of his breath made my nipples tighten under my tank top.
When he pulled back, his eyes were darker. "Truth or dare, Sienna."
"Dare."
"Text Damien right now. Tell him to come over. We'll see what happens."