Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... in and brushed his nose with hers. “Don’t you get it, Daisy?” he smiled. “With you, I’d eat ham and cheese every day.”

Sweet. Pete had always been strange that way. He was the kind of guy that would fall asleep right after sex while in your arms or catch an attitude that would have you suffering through a week of the silent treatment over the simplest infraction. Then he’d say something so sweet, so loving, it would make her want to fuck him senseless. Daisy lifted her face to kiss him softly. “I love you, Peter Joseph Doyle.”

“I love you too, Daze.” He kissed her nose. “And you’re right. Fuck it. We might as well enjoy it.”

“How about sushi!” she asked, her eyes wide. “For an appetizer?”

“Isn’t that raw fish?” Pete frowned.

“Tempura.”

“Temp-what?”

“Silly, I saw it on the Travel Channel. Long as we order tempura, it’s cool. Just shrimp and crab stuff, all cooked.”

“Where is the wine?” Pete frowned. “Looks like I’m gonna need it.”

Daisy laughed. “You are.”

Chapter Six

Aiden Keane arrived. He stepped out of his private elevator and strolled through his restaurant, rolling the golden coin over his fingers. Stopping in the shadowed entrance to the private dining alcove, his eyes did a complete sweep. The restaurant manager tripped over himself to land at his side. The man fixed his suit and adjusted his tie. “Sir, we’ve seated your guests. Please follow me"

Keane’s other hand went up and the man fell silent.

“I see them,” said Aiden. He ...

... flipped back his jacket to bury his left hand in his pant pocket, as he worked the coin between his fingers with the right. He should have said he saw her, because his eyes closed the distance between them and her beauty radiated like a lighthouse beacon. She sipped her wine and smiled at something the young man next to her whispered in her ear. In his mind, he could hear the soft chuckle that escaped those sexy plump lips of hers. Several seconds passed and his eyes never left her. Boredom. In the Keane family it always made for very, very, bad boys.

The manager and the other diners faded. Aiden walked through the restaurant, focused on the flower he planned to pluck. Twirling the coin, his green eyes sharpened and held her in sight.

“Shit, it’s him,” mumbled Pete.

“Him who?” Daisy returned her glass to the table. She looked out into the restaurant. It was him. He moved and others stepped aside. She’d never been so captivated by another. Pete could have been in front of him waving a burning flag and Aiden Keane wouldn’t have blinked. He focused solely on her. Daisy’s pulse raced from his boldness. She feared and innocently yearned the liberation in his confidence. His eyes were striking. Daisy felt powerless to look away. She prayed Pete didn’t notice. She meant no disrespect. Aiden Keane demanded things of any woman lucky enough to be snared within that captivating stare. She felt weak. She had to respond. He brought with him an air of authority. There was something ...