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d both arms tightly over my chest, trying to cover my breasts, but it wa

knew... he had seen me. He had seen everything. His hand gripped the wooden door

atisfaction. I only wished for him to see me this way, and

was standing there in nothing but my white lace b

rough me,I loved how his presence filled the room. I loved the way his broad shoulders blocked the ligh

moment, neither of us breathed. His gaze traveled

ranting him a full view of my perky breasts, the way they ros

y visible, and dark like they were begging for attentio

hless. I couldn't finish the sentence because it tru

ow fell over me, making me feel small and delicate. My eyes dropped to h

to a knot, just above his belt. I couldn't stop my gaze from

anybody talk down on you... You are... delicate. Precious." He p

had already seen the hunger in his eyes. My heart fluttered wildly. Di

e, surprising me too at how bold I was getting. He was my

tense, shoulders rigid like he was fighting a war inside hi

ietly, his voice low and thick. "Like

aress on my skin. My toes curl

lted me. A small, shy smile crept onto my lips. I wished he could see it, but he

oftly. Then, almost like

. I had called him Daddy for years,

saw the way his shoulders tightened when I said it. I could almost feel

y own heartbeat. I could hear his heavy breathing, the erotic t

rn around, I wanted him to look at me again, the same naughty way t

, his voice strained. He swallowed aud

. Tracey?! That name hit like cold water. He walked to the door withou

led under my brea