Sneak Peek Valentine’s Daddy To Go
In this excerpt, Nash looks at photos of the gorgeous Nellie.
I exited an important investor meeting to see twenty texts from Nellie on my phone.
At first, I thought that something was wrong, but then I opened my cell to find a myriad of pictures of Nellie by the pool in all kinds of sinful positions.
And I mean fucking twisted .
My blood pressure skyrocketed and I could feel my pulse begin to hammer like a drum.
“Is everything okay?” Colt asks.
I look up.
“Nellie's decided to tease me a little bit. I think I need to give her a little talk.”
“Okay, I'll leave you to it.” Colt grins and strolls to his office. I go to mine for some privacy. I scroll through the photos she sent me again, covering my mouth with my hand and running it down to my chin.
“Jesus Christ, Nell.” She must have been having the time of her life, knowing exactly what these photos would do to me. She's in all sorts of spread-eagle positions, showing off her honey spot while toying with her ruby red nips. There's even one where the camera's directed straight at her little hole as she pulls herself open, letting me see as far as possible into her swollen pink tunnel.
The little cocktease.
I dial her number, waiting for the answer.
“Hello?” comes her innocent voice.
“What did I tell you?” I growl.
“I don't know. What did you tell me?” Oh, okay then. I see exactly what my naughty girl is doing. She wants to be a minx, and to get me all riled up.
“Stop playing,” I rasp into the receiver.
She giggles.
“I'm not playing a game right now, but I can always start if you want me to. I am at your beck and call, Mr. Keller.”
“Oh, you little vixen,” I breathe. She's getting the rise out of me that she wants. I tell her to be waiting for me on all fours, nude and ready when I get home.
I don't get a response, only rapid breathing. Looks like I got the rise that I wanted.
“Nellie? Do I have to repeat myself?”
“No, everything will be ready when you get home. I promise, Mr. Keller.”
“That's what I like to hear.” I hang up, desperately aroused. All I need to know is that I'm going to have a sweet treat waiting for me when I open my door in three hours.
I look at the pictures that Nellie sent me again. I should have these blown up and framed. I'm definitely going to make sure that I never lose a single one of them.
Jesus fuck!
I close my phone, putting it down and away from me. I need to focus. But how?
To be continued…