My Dad's Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) - Katee Robert Page 0,23

ways.”

He raises his brows. “A cantankerous grouch.”

“Tell me it’s not the truth.” I continue before he can respond. “That wasn’t my point, by the way. You can be the bossy ass all you want, but understand that I’m not going to roll over and play obedient baby girl when we’re not doing…” I wave my hand vaguely at the bed.

If anything, his brows arch higher. “Your definition of obedient is as flawed as your definition of sorry.”

“That’s the second time you had a chance to quote the Princess Bride and just let the opportunity pass you by.” I shake my head. “What am I going to do with you, Jonas?”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with more than a few ideas.” He’s still looking at me as if trying to figure out what I want. “I’m not asking for unquestioning obedience, Blake. I’m not interested in that—not this weekend, and not in general. But we’re both sweaty and covered in come. We’ll sleep better with a shower and clean sheets.”

I start to respond, but pause when I realize what he’s implying. “We’re sleeping together?”

That stops him short. He frowns. “I’d assumed…” Jonas glances at the bed. “If you’d be more comfortable with me on the couch—”

“No!” I try to temper my tone, to shove the enthusiasm down to a more moderate level. “No, that’s not what I want. I’m just realizing that we didn’t talk much about what this weekend would look like other than the whole ‘this pussy is mine’ thing.”

He shrugs. “It looks like what you want it to look like.”

Now it’s my turn to frown. “That’s not an answer.”

“I know.” Jonas drags his hand through his hair. “I didn’t exactly plan on this on any level. There’s no reason for us not to sleep in the same bed.” He gives me a slow smile that has butterflies erupting in my stomach. “Besides, I like eating pussy first thing in the morning. You on board with that?”

I blink. “Is that a trick question?”

“No.”

I blink again. “Has anyone ever said that they don’t want to wake up coming on your mouth?”

“Blake.” Jonas has that tone again, the exasperated imperial one. “Answer the question.”

I could remind him that I already signed up for damn near anything he wants to do to me, but I kind of like how he’s continually checking in. No matter how cranky he is normally or how much the asshole he plays when we fuck, Jonas has a nurturing streak that makes my chest feel funny. It’s such a contrast, but no less genuine than the other sides of him.

So I give him an honest answer. “I would very much like to wake up to your mouth all over my pussy, Daddy.”

His gaze drops to my mouth and then he’s stalking toward me and yanking me into his arms. “I ought to put that disobedient mouth to good use.”

My jaw is still a little achy from sucking his cock earlier, but I don’t give a fuck. “If you think that would help.”

“No, baby girl.” He clasps my throat in a light grip and guides my face up to his. “I don’t think anything but fucking you just shy of comatose will help, and even then you’ll find a way to mouth off.”

“Probably,” I whisper.

“Definitely.” Jonas kisses me. It’s nothing like the kiss earlier. Before, he was branding me as his. This feels like… Almost like he’s simply enjoying himself. Enjoying me.

He lifts his head far too soon. “Shower, Blake. Before I change my mind.”

I’m weaving on my feet a little, but I’m not about to let something as mundane as exhaustion stop me. I run my hands up his chest. “Would it be so bad to change your mind?”

He snorts and turns me toward the bathroom, giving me a little push. “Shower.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I say sweetly. I think I hear him cursing under his breath, but the truth is that a shower sounds like heaven. Especially his shower. I’ve wanted to turn on the facets and see if it’s designed exactly as I suspect.

Five minutes later, Jonas finds me standing in the shower, just outside the spray of water. “What are you doing?”

“I’m mad at you.”

He frowns. “What?”

I motion at the perfectly constructed shower. “This. This is amazing. The tile work and the way you arranged the shower heads and… Fuck, Jonas, I’m furious I didn’t think of this first.”

“I’m hardly the first person to do something like this,” he says mildly as he nudges me beneath