Stella walked out, only for her to bump into a tall wall of flesh. She looked up and saw the smile on his face.
"What are you wearing?" He asked.
Stella turned and ran back into the room.
Reagan followed her in and locked the door. He grabbed her waist then raised her up only for him to hear,
"Daddy is back."
Reagan looked at the direction where the voice came from and saw the little girl wearing his oversized shirt with a book on her hand.
"Isabella, your ice cream is downstairs. Why don't you go and get it before it melts." Reagan suggested.
"No, Isabella don't go..." Stella shouted but the little girl had already ran out while screaming ' ICE CREAM'.
"Now it's me and you." Reagan whispered as he lifted her onto the table.
Stella looked away in embarrassment.
"Why are you shy when earlier you were boldly typing those messages. Hmm?"
"I'm not shy..."
"Ok then. Didn't you say you want ice cream, how about I make you scream?" Reagan asked as his hand slid onto her thigh.
"Reagan, there's an event tomorrow." Stella tried to explain. His hand was toying with her sensitive spot, making her body feel like it was about to explode.
Reagan chuckled at her pleading expression. Was she scared that after today, when they attend the event, people would notice her leaping and ask what caused it?
She obviously won't say he did it because it would be too obvious and people will easily figure out what he did that made her leap.
"You can attend the event online. It's going live once the day begins, so I don't mind..." Reagan paused, allowing her imagination complete it for her.
"But I want to go with you." Stella replied.
"Don't worry, I can carry you throughout the event. That way you won't have to walk and people won't notice that there's something wrong with the way you walk." Reagan said as he unbuttoned his suit jacket.
"What do you mean by they won't notice something wrong with the way I walk?" Stella asked. There's nothing wrong with the way she walk. Her legs are perfectly fine.
Reagan slid her off the table and carried her onto the bed. His huge figure towered over hers as his hands unbuckled his black leather belt.
He leaned down and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear. His lips trailed kisses of fire down her neck.
Stella's toes curled subconsciously and her stomach churned in excitement.
Reagan growled as he inhaled her scent. "Oh babygirl, after I'm done with you tonight, you might need a wheelchair to move around."
Stella closed her eyes as he bit her neck. "Hmm, I would love to see you make that happen." She whispered.
Reagan's lower body hardened at her provocative words. "Rest assured babygirl, I'll grant you the pleasure you deserve."
Stella snaked her hands around his neck. "How about I dominate you today..." Before she could complete her words, Reagan had already flipped their position.
"Go on baby, you have the upper hand now." He teased with a wicked glint in his eyes
Stella moved closer as she traced his lips with her finger.
Reagan's breath hitched as her fingers trail across his lips, his eyes locked on her face. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his composure, but the desire was already stirring within him. "You're toying with me, love." He says, his voice rough with arousal
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RomanceLoosing her mum in an accident and being drugged and pushed into a room in a club by her two stepsisters wasn't the only thing Stella Brooks suffered. She was chased out of her home after losing the first thing she thought she would give to her husb...
