The Interview (The Whittingtons, #1)

by Donna Alam

Warmth floods between my legs, and I’m pretty sure I whimper. “Such a pretty sound.” I feel the loss of his heat immediately as he leans away again. “Hurry now. Show Daddy what he wants.”

Because every time you step into my office, I won’t see you professionally. I’ll be remembering how wet and warm you felt. How your body bent for me. And every time your mouth moves, I’ll hear the sounds falling from your lips and think of how exquisite you are when you come.”

I like to call them my good girl when they’re compliant and punish them in a way that meets both of our satisfaction when they’re not.

it’s worth noting that people only treat you with as much (or as little) respect as you’ll allow.

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

“I’m beginning to think you’re the kind of person who, when faced with a red flag, just sprinkles glitter on it.”

“I just don’t get it. It’s not like anyone would look at us and think is he her dad or her daddy? It’s not like you’re that much older than me.”

She radiates joy—is sunshine personified.