by Mynx, Sienna
“So?”
“I just wanted to confirm, sir. The casino will be open and, well your attendance is requested.”
“I pay you and your army to make sure that it opens without incident. Besides, I’m going to America to collect my daughter. We will return the next day. I plan to be here to oversee New Year’s Eve.”
“Yes sir.”
The door flew opened and his Daisy strolled in. She was the only woman on the planet that could and would bypass any of his security and enter any closed door of his on her whim. He smirked at her arrival, now a little more at ease.
“Hi, baby. Who’s been naughty or nice?” Daisy grinned.
Harvey Epstein made a hasty exist. Daisy greeted him briefly, shedding her mink and dropping her purse. She wore a dark green pantsuit that hit every curve. Her coppery brown hair was cut in long layers that fell over to cover her brow just above her shadowy eyes. Damn, he missed her.
“Come here,” he said, extinguishing his cigar. Daisy didn’t hesitate. She walked around his desk with a smile that kept him weak. “How was your flight and why are you late?”
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I took the scenic route. I had to stop to get your Christmas gift.”
He frowned. “Scenic, what the hell does that mean? You don’t know these—”
“Hey, mama’s home. Don’t be like that.” She leaned in, pressing her full lips to his, filling him with her rose fragrant scent. Her tongue warm and minty, her hand soft as a baby’s behind slipped inside of his shirt to rub at his chest. He took her by the wrist and pulled her down so she landed in his lap, her legs going over the arm of his chair. He continued and deepened the kiss, while his hand rubbed her thigh.
“Aiden, you’ve been smoking that stinky cigar,” she chuckled, trying to turn her mouth away. He pinched her chin and returned her mouth to his to kiss her once more. Visions of loving her on the desk filled his mind, rushing heat and blood to his groin. He wanted to lay up with her immediately. His kisses went to her neck while he squeezed her left breast.
She pushed back on him, resisting. “I’m serious. Who’s been naughty or nice?”
“What?” he frowned.
“I spoke to Janette. She said you told Amy that you were her ‘real’ daddy. Please tell me you aren’t doing that again. She’s a baby and she hangs on your every word. You promised to be good, Aiden.”
He sighed. Moment lost. Dropping his head back, he didn’t answer. Instead his eyes went back to the safe.
6 months earlier –
“Mr. Keane?”
Aiden set the magazine down. Amy emerged in a blue jean skirt and pink top, licking a grape lollipop. She grinned, then stuck out her purple tongue for him. Aiden winked. “Everything okay?”
“Yes, daddy! They stuck me with a needle in my finger. See. It didn’t hurt.” She showed him the Dora the Explorer band-aid. “See? Look.”
“Come here.” She ran over to him. He took her finger and kissed the tip. “You are a big girl. My big girl.”
“Mr. Keane, the test results will be delivered to you by courier in two day,” the nurse said. “Would you like to speak with the doctor?”
“No, we understand each other,” he said, lifting Amy up into his arms as he rose. She hugged his neck, licking her lollipop. “Thank you.” He nodded and the nurse blushed, smiling as if his gratitude was a flirt. She heaved her rack up to him, having loosened a few buttons to make sure his eyes were drawn there.
“Remember, my name is Amanda. You can call me if you have any questions,” she offered.
Daisy would read something into that offer. She read something into any smile another woman gave him. Her jealousy sometimes confused him. If she trusted him, then why be jealous? He had to smile, with Amy begging to go to McDonald’s in his ear, as he carried her to the waiting limo. Here he was going behind Daisy’s back to get a DNA test. That in itself was the ultimate abandonment of trust.
“Daddy, I want a horse. I drew a picture,” Amy said, once seated next to him. She knocked his hands away as he tried to buckle her in.
“Amy, sit still.”
She reached for her bag. Aiden struggled, but didn’t abandon the effort. He was now more aware of safety than ever. He travelled only by limo when she was with him. Amy pulled out her drawing and handed it to him.
He smiled. “What’s this?”
“My horse. Gonna name him Dexter.”
“Why Dexter?”
“I dunno.”
Aiden looked at her curiously. She licked her lollipop, kicking her feet. “Can I have one?”
“We’ll get you a stable full.”
“I don’t want a stable. I want a horse. Please, daddy. I promise I’ll be your friend forever.”
He chuckled. “Listen, this is important. Today, this visit to the doctor is our secret, okay? Just something you and me did. Okay?”
She blinked twice then replied in all her innocence, “Okay.”
****
“What's this Amy tells me that you took her to the doctors today?”
Aiden looked up from brushing his teeth. Daisy stood in the door, staring at him with those large brown Bambi eyes. He was caught. Rinsing and spitting, he turned off the tap then reset his electric toothbrush.
“Aiden?”
“I had to visit the hospital, um, make a stop.”
“She said somebody stuck her finger?”
“She played with the nurses, they simulated her getting a shot and gave her a band-aid, I guess. It was business, nothing more.”
“Business? Are you okay?” she asked, moving closer to him. He found it hard to look her in the eye and lie. The concern in her voice made the air burn in his lungs. He could tell her of Donovan’s sins. He struggled with that for weeks. But why put her through that and put Amy through it to be disappointed all over again. She was doing great with her visits to Pete with Daisy, and he was managing. It was the selfless thing to do, to keep them clueless unless he truly had news.
“Aiden, baby, what is it?”
“I’m fine.” He licked the paste off his lip, took her palm and kissed it. “I’m good.”
She seemed to trust him. Her shoulders relaxed and the tiny concentration lines around her eyes disappeared. He lowered his to the pearl white robe she wore, opened at the waist, tied securely there. The bra-top to the lace camisole fitted like a second skin against her brown petite frame.
“Is this for me?” he whispered, running his finger over her collarbone.
“About this doctor visit. Are you sure you’re okay? You aren’t keeping anything from me?”
“I’m fine, sweetness,” he said, untying the robe, parting the delicate fabric. Aiden discovered she indeed had dressed for him; certainly she wouldn’t put Amy to bed wearing this for kicks. “Everything will be fine.” He kissed her nose. “Just fine.” Grabbing the sides of her face, he kissed her more passionately. Her arms wrapped around his waist and the body he worshipped pushed up against him. Their tongues moved over one another in one continuous sensual play. “So beautiful—” the rest of his words were smothered over her lips. He eased down the silky robe from her shoulders letting it drop from her arms. His mouth left hers and searched her face and neck as he palmed both sides of her ass. “Mmm. I’ve missed you today.” The deep timbre of his voice grazed her ear. She stepped back out of his reach, leaving his mouth gaping and tongue aching for her return. She gave him that look. He shook his head, smiling, knowing her appetite. Daisy stood back to give him a full frontal view of what is his.
She wore nothing under the lace. Her dark nipples and the trimmed hairs covering her sex were nicely on display. The camisole stopped just at the bend of her hips. The bra-like front pushed her cleavage up enticingly. She turned and put the kind of sway to her heart-shaped ass that had him desperate to speed up the engagement and make it all legal.
Aiden smirked. Daisy stopped at the side of the bed. Her finger eased in under the slender strap of her cami and she slowly lowe
red it, then the other. The action aroused him with such a feverish-pitch of desire that every fiber of his being seemed to be screaming with sexual frustration. Before he was aware he crossed the room and came up behind her. “Is she asleep?” He dropped his hands to her hips, his voice hoarse.
“Yes,” she said, simply, her arm going back behind her, circling his neck with her head dropping to his shoulder. “I’m yours. Our turn to play doctor.”
“Where does it hurt?” he breathed. She took his hand and rubbed his fingers over her covered nipple. “Here.” She then ran it down her tummy, flat, absent of the baby she promised they’d have. He sucked in air through clenched teeth. He didn’t need another baby. He had all he needed in her and Amy. And in two days, he’d confirm once and for all that Amy was his. “And here,” she said rubbing her ass against him as his hand slipped over her mound.
“Do you know how much I love you?” he asked with ease. He was able to say it daily now. She smiled as his head lowered to her neck and his lips brushed her fragrant skin. He felt her pulse accelerate beneath the sweet smelling flesh. His hand came back up her chest to cup her breast, the other at her hip. His fingers walked up the tight fitted hem of lace and brought it higher so he could slide his hand even further down the plump apex between her thighs. Aiden’s fingers were once again met with warmth and heat as he rubbed two fingers over her slit. He flicked his tongue at her diamond pierced lobe. “Marry me,” he breathed.
“I plan to,” she answered, filled with the need for him.
“Marry me now.”
“Mmm. Whatever you say, sweetie,” she said, not getting his meaning. She turned in his arms and her mouth returned to his. He gave himself up to the sizzling delights of her kiss, abandoning the question for now. Only for now. Slowly, he eased her down, and once she was on the bed abandoned the kiss for a needed breath. She quickly pulled the camisole over her head. Aiden dropped his pajama pants and covered her. Daisy lay horizontal across the bed, her hair fanned out and her beauty on display for him. How he survived five long years without this, her, he’d never understand. He worked so hard to keep the bastard inside of him at bay, but times like this reminded him of why he’d destroy anything that ever threatened his happiness.
Donovan was wrong, she's my sanity, my other half.
Rubbing the plump folds of her cunt, his head dipped to roll his tongue over her ripened nipple. He then delivered passionate greedy sucks feeling the nub tighten against his tongue, her entire areola filling his mouth. She groaned. Loving the swollen thick feel of her dark berry against his tongue, he focused his senses on that moment, on the soft sweet tasting skin beneath his lips, as her thick thighs parted and welcomed him in.
“I want you, Aiden, now.”
He would have been more patient in loving her if she hadn’t uttered those words. He released her nipple, his eyes heavy with lust, his blood boiling as he became intoxicated with her scent and all the curves pressed against his dick. Locking eyes with her, he lifted his hips to get in the right position. She loved his dick and loved to guide him to her center or just stroke it when he slept. She could never keep her hands from his cock and that turned him on something fierce. Daisy gripped and gave the right direction with a sexy smirk to those full pouty lips of hers.
Her other hand held her slit open for him to make sure he had full access. He hovered above her watching as she brought the tip of his cock between them and guided him to sweet penetration. Aiden gripped the sheet in his hand as it curled into a fist from the hot, tight, heat that greeted him. The friction was so delicious. Her body responded with a clenching of her inner channel down on his plunging shaft during his descent. The first thrust he gave reclaimed the control that should be his. Daisy removed her hands and lifted them above her head reaching and gripping the edge of the bed above her. The globes of her breasts came up fuller, her nipples swollen peaks. He moved, getting in deeper and her long lashes fluttered shut.
He was loving her, and no one loved his Daisy like he did.
She lifted her legs to wrap them around his hips, assisting with a deeper plunge, every muscle in his ass clenched tight. Before Aiden closed his eyes and groaned, he noticed pleasure marked hers and he had the liberty to go there. Really go there.
Then she arched up to capture his mouth, enticing him into a kiss while he fucked her soft and slow. His hips moved left to right stretching her and getting it from every workable angle. Daisy whispered only one request against his mouth within the kiss.
“Faster baby, yeah do it…faster.”
His resistance snapped. He began a pump action that had them both grunting and clinging to each other. Passionately deranged, he caught the back of her right thigh and pushed up hard so he could get control. With his face buried in the crook of her neck, he throttled her pussy. Its wet tightness caused him to slip into a familiar madness. She was so moist he slipped out twice and lost control. But he kept going; the back and forth friction had him grunting and whimpering, sweating, panting, loving it. Daisy’s hands stroked his backside bringing him through. Aiden lifted his head and arching his back when it got insanely good to him. He gave way to fierce shudders as his cock jerked through a spasmodic release.
Daisy giggled. Eventually, he blinked through his sweat, gazing down his temptress. She smirked up at him and he again saw how dangerous his love for her, for this was. With nothing to cling to now but her, he feared the madness. He loved and hated the control she wielded over his heart. Over him.
“Come here, sweetheart,” she said, giving him a sympathetic smile. He dropped like a baby to her breast. She stroked his head. “It’s okay.”
“Marry me,” he wheezed.
“I will.”
“Now.” His head lifted.
“Aiden, we talked about this, maybe Christmas at home. Mama and I will be planning a wedding. First, we have to deal with this transition between Pete and Amy.”
“I can’t wait, Daisy. I can’t. I… I need it.”
She frowned. She touched his face, concerned with the somber tone of his voice. “What do you need?”
“I need you and her to be mine. I won’t wait any longer. We’ll do it now.” He withdrew angrily and rose from the bed, his head spinning from the fast action.
“Aiden?”
He left her there, going to the bathroom. He drained his dick, and flushed away the last of his strength. Then he dropped his hands to the sink breathing hard.
“Aiden? What is wrong with you?”
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped.”
“Why are you so paranoid? I’m here.”
“But you could leave anytime you want. Don’t deny it. You’re really good at running.” His head lifted and his eyes locked with hers in the mirror. It was almost a sure thing that she saw tears welling in his eyes.
She stood there in her robe, arms crossed. He had to look away. She was doing it to him again. He was losing control. Donovan warned that he wasn’t the man she needed.
“I can’t survive off a promise, Daisy. I need you and Amy to be mine. I don’t ask for much. I’m asking, begging for this,” he said, gripping tight to the sink.
She stepped behind him. He heard the soft approach of her feet. Her hand went to the center of his back. “Okay, sweetie, we can do it. We can get married right away. I want to be your wife. We can go to Vegas if you want.”
“No, no.” He turned, relieved. “We’ll go to Paris. I’ll fly your family in. I’ll have you walking on rose petals, and Amy in my arms. We’ll be a family.”
Daisy smiled. “Can I buy my dress in Paris?”
He laughed, scooping her up in his arms. “I’ll buy you Paris if you want.”
“I don’t need Paris. Vera Wang would be nice though,” She chuckled, her face pressed flat to his chest.
Present –
“Aiden, sweetie, are you telling Amy that you are her only father again?”
“Don’t patronize me,” he grunted.
Daisy sigh
ed. She didn’t want to argue. Not this same old argument. She saw it coming. The closer she got to taking Amy down to Kentucky, those same irrational fears of his surfaced. Amy loved him. When would that ever be enough?
“Fine.” She rose from his lap. “I need to check with the caterers and decorators, then get dressed. Your tux has been brought in.”
“Daisy?”
She picked up her purse and mink not bothering to look back.
“Daisy.”
Tossing her hair, she finally looked back at him. His face, now positioned between his thumb and pointer finger and those green eyes that she easily lost herself in, were dark and angry. But he spoke with as much restraint as he could. “I’m glad you’re here. We’ll go get her and bring her home. That’s what I need.”
