"Daisy, do you know what your mistake is?" He asks, his hardness rubbing between my buttocks. I stay silent because I'm not allowed to speak.
"That you said 'yes' to marrying me." He spanks my buttocks, grinding his shaft against my wetness. "Theref...
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Luke's P.O.V.
I admire my little princess who sleeps soundly on the bed in the private jet. Daisy has gone to the restroom. I can't believe I'm going on my first vacation with my family. It feels unreal.
I never thought that after coming to New York, my life would change like this. Meeting Hope, feeling a strong connection with her, meeting Daisy, then learning Hope is my daughter—everything seems so surreal. And now, here we are, flying together in my private jet.
Despite all the mistakes I've made in the past, I'm grateful for the second chance to be a part of their lives, to be Hope's father.
My trance breaks as the plane suddenly shakes, and Daisy falls onto my lap. My hands automatically grab her bare waist to steady her. She clutches my blazer, and our gazes lock. Our heartbeats quicken, and our breathing becomes heavy because of our proximity.
She looks even more beautiful up close. I can sense her body shivering because of my touch on her waist, and I'm getting hard beneath her buttocks. Her grey eyes are fixed on mine.
"Are you okay?" As I ask, my warm breath caresses her face, sending a jolt of electricity down her spine. Her grip on my blazer becomes tighter.
"I'm..." she stammers. "I'm alright."
The way my touch still affects her the same as it did five years ago is quite pleasing.
"But you don't seem fine to me," I say with a mischievous glint in my eyes.
"Wha...what do you mean?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady.
I move closer to her, accelerating her heartbeat. "You're shivering." I breathe, my lips inches away from hers. My fingers stroke her bare waist, sending shivers down her spine.
Damn! Her skin has become even softer and more luminous. I feel an overwhelming desire to stroke every inch of her body and savour the sweetness of her lips.
The time has truly enhanced her beauty. It's getting hard for me to resist her.
"You know why?" My tone is husky as I whisper in her ear. "Because my touch still affects you, butterfly."
She freezes in place at my words, but suddenly she pushes me away, startling me.
"Don't you ever dare to touch me like this, Mr. Anderson," she snaps, rising from my lap. "And don't make me regret my decision about coming on this trip."
She sits across from me and fixes her eyes out of the window, her brows furrowed in fury.
Fuck! How can I lose control like this? I have to win Daisy's heart. If I keep doing this, I'll certainly end up pushing her away from me even more. Finally, she'd started to behave normally with me, and I fucked up again.
I curse myself under my breath, fisting my hands.
"I'm sorry, Daisy," I apologise, staring at her with guilt in my eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you. But I promise, from now on, I'll respect your boundaries and your feelings."
