Daddy’s Little Artist – Daddies For Dollars Read Online M.A. Innes

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73035 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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That had him barking out a laugh and leaning forward to wrap me in his arms. “Grumpy, huh?”

Nodding, I laughed and that quickly turned into a moan as his grip tightened, pinning me against his chest. I snuggled closer just in case he thought I was frightened, and it was his turn to groan as I squirmed against his erection. “Does it help if I tell you I was more curious about if you’d ever done any modeling? You were so cute and frowny and your eyes just said, ‘Paint me.’”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “Bullshit.”

“Oh no.” When I figured out that I couldn’t get closer, I wrapped my arms around his neck and started stroking the back of his hair. “You were so distracting. That was why I had a hard time following along.”

And it’d been weird.

His sexy smirk came back as he shook his head. “You shovel a very pretty line of shit, sexy.”

Aw, he thought I was sexy.

His chuckle said he realized that was the part I focused on and he gave up being so skeptical. Rewarding me was much more fun. His hands started slowly stroking over my back and down to my ass, barely putting enough pressure on me to lean me into him.

“Rewards are very important.” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he dragged the moment out until I started rocking back and forth, pressing my body against his bulge. “You are going to be highly distracting, aren’t you?”

Hopefully.

“No, I’m going to be so good all you’ll want to do is reward me.” Or bribe me to behave.

He was still grinning as he finally pulled me closer, taking my mouth in a long, slow kiss. I wasn’t sure if that meant he thought I was still full of shit, but if it got me more toe-curling kisses, I decided I didn’t care. Daddy could be as skeptical as he wanted as long as he kept looking at me so sweetly and kissing me so thoroughly.

And so breathlessly…

And so mind-meltingly hot…

And so utterly perfect…

When he finally released my mouth, I was boneless and couldn’t decide if I wanted to come or to paint him. It could’ve gone either way, but his smile was wonderfully distracting, and after a moment, all I could think about was how excited I was for our second date.

“Good grown-up kisses?” His question was teasing, but I could see the pleasure in his eyes when I nodded, not even trying to hide how much I enjoyed them.

“Very good grown-up kisses.” Definitely worth waiting for and I had a feeling he was going to end up being worth waiting for too.

Chapter Five

Gray

“So let me get this straight.” Wilder’s overly careful tone had me wanting to smile. I knew how insane it’d all sounded. “Your mother sold you to him and you still want to date him?”

Okay, it was odd even for me.

“I thought you were pissed about the whole thing, not turned on?” Wilder was still trying to figure out what’d happened, but I was starting to get frustrated because this was the third time we’d gone over it.

Wilder was helpful sometimes.

Other times I wanted to push him off a cliff.

“I didn’t call you for logic.” Or to point out over and over it was slightly insane. “You’re supposed to tell me you’re happy for me and then ask why the fuck I called.”

He snorted, sighing. “Fine. One second.”

His dramatic silence made it clear he still thought I was nuts, but I waited because it sounded like he was walking away from the background noise. His boyfriend had invited a few people over for some kind of shenanigans, and while I was probably interrupting, Wilder didn’t seem to mind.

“Alright.” Letting out a breath, he sounded like he was shaking his head. “I’m happy you found someone you like. Better?”

Not by much.

“Yes. Thank you.” Now it was my turn to sigh. “But I need advice.”

Making another rude noise, he went right back to being unhelpful. “How to stop dating him because you know you really shouldn’t be dating someone your mother had a hand in setting you up with?”

Asshole.

“She sold me to another controlling, insane old lady and that lady set me up with her grandson. Well, maybe set me up with him. He actually really needs someone to help him hang up pictures in his house, so I honestly might’ve been purchased to help him decorate.” I wasn’t surprised when that had laughter pouring through the phone.

“He’s also an artist, so technically she might’ve bought me to help his career and introduce him to the right people.” He didn’t seem to have thought of that, though, so I wasn’t putting that one high on the list.

Admittedly, I hadn’t asked nearly enough questions about his art and his finances and if he lived off his art or worked at McDonald’s, but that was because that didn’t matter to me. His grandmother wouldn’t let him starve and his pantry seemed bare because of distractions, not poverty…and getting chicken nuggets mailed to him on a regular basis did not say he was living paycheck to paycheck.


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