Daddy's Little Girl

57. A New Addiction

Keira's POV

When I woke up the next day, my entire body felt sore all over from the several tools and equipment that Clint had used on me. After coming out of the bathroom, I realised that Clint wasn't done with me.

He had the stamina of a bull and it was only after I had gotten like three more orgasms that left my legs feeling like jelly that Clint had finally stopped and taken me to the bathroom to clean up.

With Clint, even though I have driven over to his house for two reasons, he had managed to bring it down to just one thing. I pulled up the sheets against my naked body as I suddenly felt a little self-conscious.

Not that I was complaining. It was the perfect distraction and god! I was so fucking sated and satisfied and I could already feel my body warming up just by thinking of him.

"I can see you have woken up," Clint's voice said from beside me and I looked up while using my elbows to sit up.

His blue orbs were staring at me like I was the best thing on earth and I tried hard to not blush from the sheer intensity of that gaze.

"Good morning," my voice was hoarse from all of the yelling last night and just for the sake of my face, I hoped that his house was as soundproof as he had claimed.

Not taking his eyes off me, Clint's shoulders shook with wild laughter. "I thought you were going to sleep in all day, it's noon already," he managed to say in between his bouts of laughter.

It was hard to see what it was like outside with the curtains he had installed but I was certain that was something I was more than capable of doing.

I loved to sleep in.

Especially after some night of sex like that.

"Funny you expected me to be up early after all you put me through last night,"

I stood up, allowing the duvet to fall back on the bed while I was left in my birthday suit.

"And I could swear by heavens that we would have a repeat if you don't cover your body," Clint's voice came out as a low and slightly deeper growl. Allowing me to know that he was certainly turned on.

After so many times, I could tell even just from his eyes when he was turned on.

A part of me was tempted to bend over and give him a little strip dance.... Something to have him thinking of me the entire day. But, there were so many important things we had to talk about now.

So I didn't want to start something I couldn't finish.

Last night, I came here with so many questions. To talk about the woman I had met here the other day. That was the first part and I had some faint recollection of us talking about it. I just wanted to be certain I hadn't been drunk out of my mind then.

"You might want to get your mind out of the gutter. I happen to have quite some topics of discussion with you. Whatever it is you are thinking would have to wait,"

I dashed into the connected bathroom before he could get a chance to reply to me.

When I came out a few moments after, the room was already empty but more than one sleepover at his place had helped me with keeping the topography in my head.

I dressed quickly in a shirt from his closet and glanced at myself in the ceiling-to-floor mirror that was in his walk-in closet before leaving the room.

"Clint?" I called out as I walked towards the living room.
"I'm here in the kitchen!" Clint yelled out.

When I got to the kitchen, he was swiping the slabs while holding a spray bottle of cleaning fluid.

"Thought I'd get some cleaning done while you were getting your shower done," he said with a small smile as he glanced at me.

His gaze however froze as he gave me a hard stare that quickly had me feeling hot all over.

"Keeping my hands off you when you are dressed in that is going to be quite difficult, Keira."

God! I loved the way my name always rolled off his lips. Like as if it was enough to draw an orgasm out of him.

"If you behave well enough, we might get to that point," I replied playfully and shot him a wink.

But that was a lie. I had so many plans after this but none of it included staying behind to have sex with the one man I couldn't get my mind off.

I made a promise to my mother and my brother last night. A promise to fight my addiction with all of me. In a way I have never done before.

And that promise and Clint couldn't stand in the same sentence. He was everything I wanted. A man that needed just a glance to have all my juices and body ready to have him take me.

It was going to be hard. I was sure of that. But this time, Clint and I needed to go our separate ways.

"Keira?" Clint's voice pulls me out of my thoughts and I snap my eyes away from that swoon-worthy body to his face.

"Are you okay? I called you twice already," he dropped the wiper and bottle as he closed the gap between us in two strides.