Daddy's Kitten
Instinctively, his strong arms banded around her waist, pulling her flush, his hands splaying possessively over the curve of her ass, fingers digging in just enough to make her gasp.
Rising on her toes, she leaned in, her hot breath ghosting his ear, lips brushing the lobe. "Happy birthday, daddy. Your kitten wanted to make you feel owned and owning."
Vincent stilled, body rigid with surprise, the world narrowing to the temptress in his arms, her scent, the erotic promise hanging in the air.
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