Daddy's Little Pet | 18+

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RENEE

"That was the plan, baby girl. The plan... the freaking plan..."

I shivered as Robert's husky voice whispered in my ear, his breath fanning my skin.

As he trailed kisses down my throat, the sharp stubble of his beard grazed the exposed skin at the side of my shoulders, and I let out a soft whimper.

He didn't stop until he reached the crook of my neck, his mouth sucking hungrily at the flesh there and nibbling with his teeth. I felt shocks run through my body like little lightning bolts, making me visibly shudder.

"Oh, God! Please, Robert." I muttered, pushing gently with my shoulders. "For goodness' sake, I'm cooking..."

"Good evening to you, too as well, baby girl." He chuckled darkly, and before I could say anything else, Robert's right hand reached for the spoon I was holding.

He turned me around, dropped the steel utensil on the kitchen countertop, and pushed me away from the cooking island.

"Rob... Robert? What are you doing?" I asked, my eyes widening as I looked at him, trying to gauge his expression.

"Fuck! You are stunning. I stood by the doorway, watching you dance and sway those hips, and I didn't want to stop for one second."

"Robert... I..." I began, but this time he silenced me with a kiss.

Despite my feeble attempts to struggle and push against him, his huge hands cupping my face held me captive as he deepened the kiss.

He kissed me greedily, savoring every moment, and I could only moan in pleasure.

His hands slid behind me, cupping my almost bare ass cheeks and my breasts pressed against his chest. Then his right hand slid up to cup them.

"Renee, what are you doing to me?"

"I... I don't know."

"Damn! I could get used to finding you when I get home every day..." He muttered, pulling his lips away from mine.

"Me too, Robert. I can't wait!" I suddenly paused and pulled away from him.

What was I saying? I wondered to myself and looked at Robert, who had a funny expression.

"Sweetheart, you were saying something." His blue eyes twinkled.

"It's insignificant. Just a slip of the tongue and—" 

"It wasn't a slip of the tongue, Renee. I know you want that." He chuckled, his large hands running through my hair as he stared at me intently.

He was warmly smiling at me, his thumb rubbing circles against the smooth surface of my cheekbones. I could see a hint of disappointment in the corner of his eyes.

Was he put off by my choice of words? Did I say the wrong thing when I denied wanting to come home to him everyday and...?!

"Robert... I—"

"By the way, my shirt looks great on you." He interrupted, taking a step back, and my cheeks flushed again.

I was aware of what he was doing. He was changing the subject, not wanting to continue the previous conversation, and with my shoulders dropping, I went with the flow.

His dark gaze swept over my body, and my thighs clenched.

"What's for dinner? I see you're preparing a feast." His deep voice rumbled again.

"Some pasta sauce and chicken. I figured you needed some good home-cooked food."

"Do you mean for us?"