Be My Babygirl A Billionaire Romance - Jane Henry Page 0,32

meeting when that text came in.

A moment later, I get her reply. It’s an emoji with a halo. An angel. Who, me?

I roll my eyes. Yes, you, young lady. I want you wearing exactly that and waiting for me in position, bent over the couch with your hands flat down and your ass in the air for daddy when I come upstairs.

I will turn her over my knee for that, and happily. I’m not really disappointed, of course. I love it when she teases me like this, and she loves it when I spank her, so one could say it’s a win-win situation.

Five minutes later, she’s bent over the couch, her ass matches the bright red silk of the negligee I made her wear, and she’s spreading her legs for my cock.

I impale her in one swift motion, making her scream and keen with pleasure.

“Have you learned your lesson?” I grate in her ear, fisting her hair between my fingers.

“Yes, daddy,” she pants, rocking against me so we glide together in a perfect rhythm.

“Will you taunt me again, little Katie Kat?”

She moans and grinds against me. I reach forward, stroke her clit, and circle the bundle of nerves while I thrust in and out.

“Y-yes, daddy,” she says as she comes so hard her pussy squeezes my cock.

I come on the heels of her orgasm, hard and fast, until we’re both panting from exhaustion. I admire my handprints on her ass and give her an appreciative squeeze.

“Of course you will,” I say with a chuckle. “If you’d said you were going to behave, I’d have to punish you again for lying.”

We clean up, and I make her show me what she bought for the trip.

“It’s so much, Darius,” she says with a grimace. “Too much. I think I should—”

“Show me.” I lean back in a leather chair in my living room, cross one ankle over my knee, and hold her with my gaze. She sighs, so clearly not accustomed to being able to buy just whatever she wants.

“It’s so expensive here,” she says.

I nod. “You’re worth it.”

She flushes and whispers, “Thank you.”

And she gives me a fashion show for the fucking books. Holding my gaze, she peels off her clothing, and shimmies into a pretty white-laced thong with a matching bra, then slides a gorgeous lilac sundress on.

“Beautiful, baby. I love it.”

She smiles and grows more confident as she dresses, choosing next a pair of slim-fitting jeans and a soft pink top, a little pencil skirt with a lacy tank top, a few more dresses, and a swimsuit that makes me want to take her on a beach vacation, right here, right now.

“These are amazing,” she says, gesturing to the pile of clothes on the bed. “Are you sure it’s not…” her voice trails off.

“Too much money?” My voice is hard, challenging her to ask me this again. She flushes.

“I’m not going to say it,” she says.

I smile. “Good girl. All I want to hear you say is ‘thank you, daddy.’”

She walks over to me, climbs on my lap, and nestles her head on my chest. “Thank you, daddy.”

I want to keep her here and hold her, spoil her, get to know everything about her slowly, the way two lovers should. But I can’t. Our days together are numbered, and I’m bringing her home.

Chapter 9

Katie

Darius has gone to tie up some loose strings for a meeting he earlier abandoned. Apparently, his business partners had one more point to go over, but he left in a rush and now, they’ve called him back.

I have no idea what was so distracting that he had to leave a room full of important people… it couldn’t have been little ol’ me, could it?

Thinking of his text, a delicious shiver runs through me. You are in so much trouble for that. I was in the middle of a meeting when that text came in. Stretching out over the covers, I smile, the afterglow of lovemaking warming my face.

Quickly, I become lost in thought.

He wants to know more about my writing. How do I tell him the sad truth? My career was born from a lack of my own life experience.

Growing up the only child of a single mother, I was alone. A lot.

After my father left her penniless, my mother spent her days cleaning rooms at our town's only motel, The Saddle Sore. Her nights, dating different men of steadily decreasing character. I never blamed her for her abandonment—I know it came from a place of