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  It didn’t take long to relieve himself, get cleaned up, and locate some additional wine for them. It was probably too late to have another glass, but he felt relaxed for the first time in ages and didn’t want the sensation to wane. With their drinks in one hand and the bottle in the other, Dylan made his way back to the bedroom.

  Simone was still snoring away, now curled up in the spot where his body had been only a few moments earlier. Rather than disturb her, he sat in the chair off to the side of the room, moving it so he could easily watch her sleep as he looked out the window into the night sky.

  This wasn’t what he’d expected when he’d made the offer to be her sugar daddy. Yes, he’d had sex with other women, but not once did any of them fall asleep in his bed. They’d gotten dressed as they talked, laughed. The women, more often than not, had to go to class the next morning and didn’t want to have to deal with getting home too late. Dylan would send them some money, get them an Uber, and that would be it.

  It was strangely different with Simone. Not only had she fallen asleep, but he also had no urge at all to wake her up and send her on her way. It wasn’t as though he had any specific emotional attachment to her; it was more what she looked like curled up in his bed, and how close they’d come to the multitude of dreams he’d had about this moment over the past few weeks.

  Strangely, she looked better than he’d imagined.

  Dylan was nearly finished with his wine when Simone stretched and rolled onto her side, facing him. She blinked her eyes open, yawning in a way that wouldn’t have looked out of place in some sort of cute-ass anime. “Was I sleeping?”

  “For a while now.” He smiled at her look of panic. “It’s fine. I’m a bit of an insomniac.”

  “I’m not normally someone who does that after sex.” She rolled onto her back, pulling the sheet up across her breasts. “I love to sleep. This bed is heaven.”

  Dylan got up and made his way over to the mattress, where he sat down and offered her some wine from his glass. “It better be, considering what I paid for it.”

  “I’ve had the same mattress since before I left home. Someday I want to buy a queen and get some really nice sheets for it.”

  “Why don’t you?”

  “I have other things that I need to spend my money on.” She shrugged and sat up enough to take another sip of wine. “This is good.”

  “I have another bottle in the wine fridge if you want another glass.”

  “I better not, considering it’s late.” She lifted her head off the mattress and frowned. “What time is it?”

  “Three fifteen.”

  “Holy shit!” She threw back the sheet and was on her feet, wide-eyed. “I had no idea. I’m so sorry. I can leave right now if you want.”

  Dylan chuckled, stood up, and wrapped his arms around her naked body. “It’s fine. A bit late to head out now, unless you really want or need to.”

  “I just…I didn’t mean to…” She growled. “My brain’s not working.”

  Guiding her back to bed, he pulled the comforter from the floor and wrapped it around her. “Go back to sleep. I’ve got some work I can do on the computer. I’ll come to get you in the morning, and I’ll take you back to your place.”

  He started to pull away when she grabbed his arm and tugged him to the bed. “Or we could have sex again?” Her sly smile went straight to his cock. “I mean unless it’s too late for you?”

  “Never.” Without giving it much thought, he kissed the side of her neck and proceeded along her jawline until he reached her mouth. “As long as it’s something you want.”

  She spread her legs, and his hard cock nearly slipped inside. “I hope you have another condom.”

  “Shit.” He didn’t want to leave her, but he wanted to push inside her even more. “Don’t move.” It didn’t take him long to find another condom packet, open it up, and slide on the protection.

  Simone watched him, looking as sleepy as she did aroused. This wasn’t going to be a crazy bout of sex, but instead, the lazy kind Dylan preferred, even if he didn’t usually say anything.

  “Now, where was I?” He moved back on top of her and gently pushed his cock into her warm body. “Right about there.”

  Dylan had had more than his fair share of sex with women over the years. Many of his partners were exciting and adventurous, which led to excited and adventurous sex. Rarely did he share moments with women that were slow, lazy. His cock throbbed from their earlier round of sex; it wasn’t sore exactly, but it reminded him that they’d already done this once. It was a physical reminder to take his time, to enjoy the moment with her.

  Simone’s body was pliant, soft, and took him in quickly. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, lifting her mouth to suck on his earlobe. That was something new, and Dylan moaned his appreciation against her neck.

  “I don’t think I can come again,” she whispered against his ear. “Don’t bother waiting for me.”

  Pulling back so he could look her in the eye, Dylan frowned. “You can’t because your body is telling you that you can’t? Or you can’t because no one has ever given a shit enough to try for you?”

  She turned her face, resting her cheek against the pillow. “Does it matter?”

  “Yes. One is a physical limitation, and I’ll assume you know your body well enough to tell me what it’s capable of, and I will leave you alone.” He leaned in and nipped her jawline. “The other is a challenge.”

  She chuckled, a low throaty sound that went straight to his cock. “What if I say I don’t know? I’ve never had anyone try, but I’m not sure if I can either.”

  “Then I’m going to go down on you to see if I can make some magic happen. And if it doesn’t feel like things are going to work out for you, then we’ll come back here.”

  She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded once. “Sure. We can try that.”

  His excitement was more than a little surprising, yet Dylan wasn’t about to question why. A beautiful woman in his bed wanted him to go down on her. Who the hell was he to argue with such a thing?

  With a grin, he pulled out of her and kissed his way down her body. Her breasts posed a bit of a distraction, but Simone didn’t seem to mind. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, dragging the peak between his teeth several times until she began to moan and squirm beneath him. Only then did he switch breasts to start his ministrations once more.

  Shifting his hand between them, he fingered the curls on her mound, teasing and tugging at them as he sucked her nipples. Simone opened her legs wider, giving his hand better access. Yeah, this was precisely what he wanted, the best type of intimacy he could have with a woman.

  With a final kiss to the breast, Dylan continued his downward journey until he reached her pussy. The scent of her arousal, mixed with the heat of the sheet over his head, was enough to make his head spin. With a flick of his hand, he sent the sheet flying away, giving him a clear view of her entire body.

  She was watching him through a narrowed gaze, her lips parted and swollen from where he’d been kissing her moments earlier. Maintaining her gaze, he lowered his mouth and licked a single, slow path from her pussy opening to the top of her clit. Simone’s body shuddered beneath him.

  “You like that?”

  She nodded.

  “Good.” He did it again, this time pausing at her clit to flick the nub with his tongue. “Think we can make some magic happen?”

  His eyes widened, and her lips parted further, but she didn’t say anything. Well then, he was going to have to try and see what he could do. Closing his eyes, he pressed his finger into her pussy and began to slowly fuck her with it. He timed the flicks of his tongue with each thrust of his finger inside her, wanting to build a slow, steady wave of pleasure inside her. The faster a rhythm he set up, the wider Simone stretched her legs. She began to buck her hips in time to his thrusts, even as he
r body grew more rigid.

  No, no, no, he didn’t want her coming that fast. Especially not after she didn’t think she’d be able to come at all. He slowed the pace until she moaned her disapproval.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going to let it go away.” He nipped at her inner thigh, knowing what he wanted to do next. “Let’s try something else.” He moved, so he was now lying flat on the mattress beside her. “Come sit on my face.”

  Simone’s face went red. “I’ve never done that before.”

  “The angle gives it a slightly different sensation. Plus, you can control how much or how little I lick you. Come on.”

  It took her a moment to shift around, then straddle his face with her thighs. Not only did it give him the best view of her body, but it also provided him better access to her. Simone looked far too serious for a woman who was about to come. She gripped the headboard as she watched him as she lowered her pussy to his mouth.

  Dylan licked her for a moment before she pulled back with a laugh. “Oh, this is fun.”

  “You’ve really never done this before?”

  “Nope.” She lowered herself down once more. “But I think it’s going to go permanently on my list of things I want my sex partners to do.”

  He reached up and cupped her ass cheeks with his hands, providing him with a bit of leverage he needed to be able to eat her out properly. This time Simone didn’t pull back, didn’t stop him from licking and sucking her clit. He moaned as he pressed his face hard against her, devouring every inch of her pussy that he could reach. His fingers flexed against her skin, and the temptation to tease other parts of her was too much for him to resist.

  Opening his eyes, he looked to see if there were any problems as he moved his hand to press a finger lightly against the rim of her asshole. Simone sucked in a breath, and her eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away, nor did she tell him to stop.

  Well, all right then.

  He didn’t have any lube, so he didn’t dare push inside her, but that didn’t stop him from teasing the sensitive opening. As he’d done with her nipples, he timed his sucking and licking of her clit with the press of his finger against her asshole. After a few minutes of that, Simone reached up and pinched her left nipple as she pressed down harder against his face.

  “Close.” She managed to gasp out, even as her face scrunched up in concentration. “Don’t stop.”

  There was no way in hell he’d do anything but keep going, not until she came all over him. Thankfully, it didn’t take long. Within another few moments, the first rush of her juices flowed down his chin as her thighs clenched hard and she cried out. Dylan grabbed her by the hips and held her body tight as she continued to come. He wanted to pound into her, wanted to fuck her hard and fast, to follow her into pleasure’s embrace as quickly as possible.

  So the moment she relaxed against him, slumped forward toward the headboard, Dylan sat up and flipped her onto her back, her head now toward the foot of the mattress. Checking to make sure the condom was still in place, he thrust into her with a single buck of his hips.

  Simone’s gasps turned into moans once more. Her pussy clenched around his cock, practically vibrating from her recent orgasm. God, there wasn’t a better feeling in the world than fucking a woman who’d just come. Dylan pressed his face to her shoulder and pounded into her, chasing his own orgasm. His balls tightened a split second before he felt the first wave of pleasure pulse through him.

  His whole body went rigid, his vision darkened, and the only things he was aware of were his mind-blowing orgasm and the sweet scent of Simone’s body. Finally, the waves of pleasure subsided, and he collapsed on top of her.

  When she started gasping for air, he mentally shook himself and slid beside her. “Sorry.”

  He felt her smile against his shoulder. “It’s good. More than good. It’s really awesome.”

  “You’re going to fall asleep again.” Opening his eyes, he looked down at her tired face. “What time do you need to be up in the morning? I’ll set the alarm.”

  Simone sighed. “What’s tomorrow?”

  “Friday, July twentieth.”

  “I’m having breakfast with my dad.” There was something off in her voice, a note that shouldn’t be there after just having had an orgasm. “I think I’m meeting him at ten, so I better be out of here by eight, so I can go home and get changed.”

  Reaching over, he grabbed his phone and set the alarm. “You have breakfast with your dad a lot?”

  “Nope.” She pulled her arm back and reached for the sheet. “I better try and get some sleep.”

  “Sure.” This was the second time she’d changed the subject from her family. If he were smart, he’d back the hell off and give her the space she clearly needed. It wasn’t as though they were in some sort of relationship. He shifted to his side so he could spoon her. “This okay?”

  She grabbed his arm and pulled him closer. “Yup.”

  “Good night, Sugar Tart.” He kissed the top of her shoulder.

  Her body shook slightly as she chuckled. “Night, Candy King.”

  Tomorrow he’d figure out what was going on with her family. And what, if anything, he could do to help.

  After all, he was her sugar daddy.

  Chapter 16

  Simone sat down in the booth of the diner, her thighs sticking to the pleather seats as she slid into place. Her body still pleasantly ached from last night’s adventures with Dylan. Even though she’d showered and changed the moment she’d gotten home, she swore she could still smell him on her, could feel the touch of his hands on her body.

  God, the things he did to her, both mentally and physically, were amazing. It wasn’t as though he’d done anything weird or kinky, but he seemed to know exactly what she wanted or needed even before she did. That was one of the reasons she hadn’t wanted to talk about her dad. It wasn’t merely because they weren’t really a couple or anything and she didn’t need to unload that on him.

  No, she was mostly scared that he’d be able to see what was wrong. And that the problem was her.

  She looked around, but her dad still hadn’t arrived. That in itself wasn’t unusual. Even when she was a kid and her parents were still together, he wasn’t exactly known for his ability to be on time. More than once, she’d been forgotten at school after play practice or an art project session. It had only gotten worse when her parents had divorced, but at least then her mom was faster to come to the rescue.

  Simone made of point of never letting it get to her. Her dad suffered from severe depression and anxiety, and it wasn’t exactly something that was in his control a lot of the time. Leaving the house some days proved to be the most challenging thing he’d have to do. Who the hell was she to criticize him for being a little late?

  When he hadn’t shown up after ten minutes, she pulled out her phone, intending to play a round of her current game. Somehow, she’d missed the notification that she’d received a message from the sugar daddy app. There was only one person in the world she spoke to through that, and she was shocked that he was interested in talking to her so soon.

  With a quick look around, she opened the app, smiling almost as soon as she saw the message.

  Hey Sugar.

  I had a great time last night. And not just the after show. It’s been a long time since I’ve attended a ball game. Thanks for bringing some excitement back into my life.

  That got me thinking. If I’m going to be your sugar daddy, if I’m going to treat you the way a normal sugar baby would be treated, then I want to take you shopping.

  After all, you need the full experience.

  Sexy clothes. Lingerie.

  A new mattress.

  Anything your heart desires.

  Remember, it’s for research.

  CK

  Oh. Dear.

  Simone’s hands began to shake a
s she imagined what it would be like to go shopping with someone like Dylan. What it would be like to not have to worry about money or not having to debate the quality of a product versus if she could afford to put it on a payment plan?

  Incredible.

  But there was also a fine line between conducting research for a story and taking money from someone who was the subject of her story. Was Simone acting as a reporter investigating a trend, or was she Dylan’s sugar baby and this was a natural part of their relationship? Would anyone care enough about her or the story for it to be an issue?

  What would happen if their arrangement continued past the story? What would it mean for their relationship, if she could even call it that, for things to stay the same? What if she fell in love with him? He’d been so very clear about his expectations; how could she think he’d ever want more?

  “There she is.”

  Simone shoved her phone in her purse at the sound of her dad’s voice. “Hey.” Looking up, she was happy to see that he looked clean and had recently shaved. “You look great.”

  “I feel great.” He leaned in and kissed the top of her head before sliding into the seat opposite her. “Sorry I’m late. I was working on a project and lost track of time.”

  There was a brightness to his eyes that set off a warning bell in Simone’s head. “You have a new contract?”

  “Yeah. Don’t worry, it’s not a long one. I got a graphics design contract to create a new logo and website template for a local grocery store.” He smiled at her as he grabbed the menu. “And that means that breakfast is on me.”

  She should be happy that he was apparently in a good place right now. Work came sporadically for him, as did his ability to complete a contract. His depression tended to go in manic waves, and he was clearly on an upswing. She’d have to let her mom know because he usually reached out to her when he’d inevitably start to crash. “That’s awesome, Dad. But breakfast is on me. Remember, you paid last month.”

  He looked at her, frowning. “Did I? Well, it doesn’t matter. You’re my baby, and I can treat you if I want.”