Daddy’s Law by K.C. Crowne

Chapter 14

Theo

Ipicked her up with ease, marveling at how small she truly was when I wrapped my arms around her. God, I wanted to be gentle. But I also wanted to be rough. Ava brought about this odd protectiveness in me, one that clashed with the pure, unadulterated need I had to pin her down and make her scream my name in ecstasy.

She circled my neck with her arms and moved in for another kiss. Her lips were sweet and soft, and the sound of her moan vibrated straight through me and caused an intense heat to pool deep within my core. I carried her over and set her down on the edge of her kitchen counter —it offered the best height so I could continue to kiss her senseless— before snaking my arms around her waist to pull her as close as possible.

“Theo,” she whimpered against my lips, grinding her hips up against me.

Electricity arced up my spine. My cock was so hard it was borderline painful. I needed release, but not until I took care of her. That was always priority number one. Her pleasure came before mine.

“What do you want, baby girl?” I asked her, moving to pepper kisses along the line of her jaw, down the crook of her neck, nibbling at an exposed collarbone.

Ava’s fair skin was flushed in places, her arousal evident in the largeness of her pupils. “I w-want—”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to take your shirt off.”

I chuckled. “Is that so?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think you’ve earned it, sweetheart.”

Ava groaned as I sucked at the tender skin of her throat, not hard enough to leave a mark, though I definitely wanted to. Nothing was hotter than the thought of leaving love bites on her skin. Like she was mine and I wanted the whole world to fucking know it.

“Haven’t I been a good girl?”

I shook my head. “You’ve been making my job five times harder than usual.”

She arched a brow, curious. Maybe a bit delirious, too. “I have?”

“You make it very hard to concentrate.”

Ava smirked, eyeing my lips like she hadn’t eaten anything at dinner. She slipped a hand between our bodies, palming my cock through my pants. “Do I distract you?”

Instead of answering, I kissed her pretty mouth and ran my fingers through her hair, breathing her in like my only lifeline. I wasn’t sure if Ava was trying to drive me crazy on purpose or not. Either way, it was working.

“I need to do a sweep of the house first,” I said, old habits dying hard.

Ava melted against me, the heat of her body melding with mine. “No,” she insisted. “No bodyguard business tonight.”

“It’s still my job, baby girl. What if—”

“What?” she challenged. “Theo, nothing’s happened. Nothing will happen. Whoever’s after my father probably isn’t even thinking about me.”

“I can’t take that chance, Ava.”

“You’re with me,” she reasoned. “Isn’t that the safest place for me to be?”

She had a point. I supposed as long as I was nearby, no harm could come to her. I wouldn’t let it.

I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and nodded slowly. “Come here, then.”

Ava instinctively wrapped her legs around my hips as I lifted her off the counter. She kissed me deeply as I carried her down the hall toward her bedroom, setting her feet on the floor next to her bed.

This wasn’t the first time I’d seen her bedroom. I had to do a quick sweep of it every day since I was placed on her protection detail. I had a system, checking behind the curtains and inside her closet for any intruders. Under the bed, just in case. I always checked the windows to make sure they were locked, verified that there were no suspicious packages hidden amongst her endless stockpile of art supplies at her work desk.

I liked her room. It was full of color and warmth. Some of the colors clashed —her bedsheets were a deep forest green, but her walls were painted a festive red— and yet it somehow made sense. Typical and plain weren’t words I’d ever use to describe her, so it made sense that her home would reflect her more creative side.

Before I got the chance to lay her down gently, Ava dropped to her knees before me.

And fuck if that wasn’t a sight to behold.

She peered up at me with those dazzling hassle eyes as her slender fingers made quick work of my belt. Ava pressed her lips, puffy and red from kissing, to the front of my pants, teasing me through the fabric. She was just about to undo my zipper, but I carefully took her by the chin and held her still.

“No.”

She frowned. “No? Shit, do you not want to— I mean, we don’t have to if you don’t—”

“Baby,” I whispered. She stopped talking immediately. “Good girls are rewarded. Let me reward you.”

“Okay,” she breathed shakily, barely audible.

A decorative chair sat not too far from the bed. I took a seat, leaning back to enjoy the view. “Take off your shirt for me,” I ordered. “Slowly.”

Ava nodded, rising from her knees. She moved with a slow grace, lifting her blouse over her head and exposing her white lace bra underneath. Her skin was milky and looked softer than air, sporadic freckles gracing her skin at the rounds of her shoulders and chest. Their discovery ignited a burning desire in my core, little secrets that only I now had the privilege of knowing.

“Your jeans next,” I instructed, watching with rapture.

She kept her eyes on me the entire time, unfaltering. Ava undid the front of her jeans and allowed them to slip from her waist, pooling on the floor around her feet. It excited me to no end when I saw she wore a matching pair of white lace panties.

I grinned. “Are you normally so coordinated?”

“I told you. It was supposed to be girl’s night. Anything could’ve happened.”

“Such as?”

She shrugged, the corners of her lips curling into a cheeky smile. “Anything. It’s Friday night, after all. Maybe some guys would want to chat us up. Maybe ask for my number.”

I set my jaw. “Are you trying to make me jealous?”

“Is it working?”

“Lie down on your back,” I said firmly.

Ava did so, propping herself up on her elbows so she could watch me. I left my seat and knelt on the edge of the bed, hovering over her, still fully clothed. Her lips were parted in anticipation, a burning hunger in her eyes. I took her in, making a concerted effort not to touch her at all. It wasn’t long before Ava began to squirm.

“W-what are you waiting for?” she asked, reaching up to touch me.

I took her hands and pinned them above her head. “I was going to reward you, baby girl. But trying to make me jealous… That’s downright naughty.”

Her hips bucked, back arching. “Theo, I—”

“No. That’s not what you call me.”

Ava gasped sharply. “What am I supposed to call you?”

I raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”

“Sir?” I nodded, and she smirked. “Sir, I want to touch you.”

“No.”

“But I want to see you. That’s not fair.”

I leaned down and growled in her ear. “Then you should have thought about that before you misbehaved. I’m going to make you come, baby, but you’re not allowed to lay a finger on me. Understand?”

“But—”

“Do you understand?”

Ava whined. “Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

I shrugged off my suit jacket and carefully rolled the sleeves of my shirt up to just below my elbows. Ava remained perfectly still, just as I asked, though there was no stopping the way her chest rose and fell as her breathing quickened and knees trembled.

I reached around her and unclasped her bra, exposing her chest to the cool bedroom air. I kissed a line down her neck, her chest, giving her ample breasts a light squeeze and savoring the way she tried to hold back a languid moan, nipples hardening with arousal.

She was a work of art, the gorgeous curves of her waist flowing into her hips, down the long length of her pretty legs. I wanted to drag my hands over every inch of her bare skin, take my time, unravel her. But I had more pressing matters to take care of, like driving her wild with my tongue. I hooked my fingers over the band of her underwear and slipped the delicate fabric down, abandoning the white lace to the floor, forgotten the second I lay eyes on her.

“Would you look at that?” I said, chuckling. “Look how nice and wet you are for me.”

Bracing myself between her thighs, I dipped down to drag the tip of my tongue over her folds. Ava gasped and shivered, clutching the sheets as her toes curled.

“Theo,” she whined. “Theo, yes.”

I listened intently, using the sound of her desperate pleas as a gauge. Her breathing told me how to set the pace. Her moans told me how to control my intensity. Gripping her by the hips, I drew tight circles against her swollen bud, delighting in how her whole body bucked and jolted as pleasure danced through her. The closer and closer she drew to release, the quieter she got. Her groans transformed into breathy, tense panting.

Ava clasped a hand over her mouth and cried into her palm. Her back arched beautifully as I drove her over the edge, tasting her sweet pleasure on my tongue. I gave her only a few seconds before I dove straight back in, teasing her slick entrance with my index finger.

Ava jolted. “Th-Theo, wait.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just came. I don’t think I can…” She swallowed hard. “Just give me a second to catch my breath.”

Fuck, she was gorgeous. A wave of pride washed over me knowing that I was the reason she was blissed out of her mind, hair a mess, skin flushed pink with excitement.

And for the first time in a very long time, I wasn’t thinking about the job. I wasn’t thinking about the past or the future; I was too preoccupied with the present and the fact that this beautiful, talented, sweet young woman wanted me. Out of all the people in the world, she chose to let me adore her in all the ways I knew how.

I kissed her inner thigh and hummed contently. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?”

“Yes. Yes, of course.”

“Then be a good girl for me and lie back down. You said you wanted to be taken care of, right?”

Ava nodded. “Yes, but what about you?”

“That’s sweet of you, baby, but all in good time. Let’s focus on you.”

“O-okay.”

“You ready for me?”

She smiled at me through hooded lids. “Yes, sir.”