Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... pushed aside by the closeness of him and his smell. The way his strong scent bloomed in her nostrils made her want to lick her lips. Pete didn’t wear cologne. She would have to get him some, some of this. This man smelled beautiful. Daisy smiled. Thankfully, he drew back, allowing her to walk at his side. She didn’t bother to ask where. They were now in Arizona somewhere near the canyon so she assumed it was breakfast. He was probably taking her to some swank restaurant with a magnificent view. She was grinning and salivating at the thought of it. She was starved.

Aiden allowed her to enter first. He slipped his driver the signal. The man nodded from under the shade of his chauffeur’s cap that he understood. Miss Daisy Johnson was in for a day she didn’t imagine, and he was in for a night of more than the same. Donovan had asked about his arrangements and the amount of trouble taken. Actually, it wasn’t any trouble; he had an assistant to see to these things. However, his dear friend had a point. The women Aiden kept time with never got this treatment. He’d vacationed some, and even taken one to Ireland with him when he went there to tend to a family matter. But he never had any interest in a seduction. Daisy’s corruption inspired him.

“I don’t get you, Aiden,” Donovan said. Cubes of ice bobbed in his vodka and orange juice.

“Of course you get me. Who else has kept me out of court and jail all these years?” Aiden smirked, blowing up a ring of smoke.

“If she’s ...

... just a whore, then what’s with all the seduction?”

“Who says she’s a whore?”

“That contract you had her sign says she’s a whore,” Donovan snorted snidely. “Which is why you made the little deal, isn’t it?”

“I don’t know what you mean.” Aiden cut his eyes away.

“Coming up on that time again, this month right?”

“Let it alone, Donovan.”

“Your father’s suicide over that broad he made rich. What day is it?”

“Tomorrow.” Aiden’s jaw clenched and his eyes narrowed.

“Ahh, yes. So you want a whore to commiserate. Dangle a little gold and watch it turn to brass, eh?”

“She’s a kid,” Aiden shrugged. “Barely twenty-one.” Yes, it was true. He had wanted to convince Daisy of her evil and greed toward money and show Petey boy what he was in for. But inside he knew Daisy was not Carlotta. The woman that broke the man he’d worshipped as a kid.

If she’s a kid, then cut this shit and send them on their way. That money means nothing to you. And trust me, friend, breaking her won’t either.”

Aiden’s eyes lifted with a cool, predatory ease. “Yes. But it will be fun, and I have nothing better to do with my time.” He put the cigar back in his mouth and rocked against his overstuffed chair, smiling. Donovan shook his head. He returned to the bar for another drink.

Daisy hadn’t turned out to be quite what he’d expected. But she had signed that contract. She obeyed his order not to use her phone. She looked at him with those eyes, and he wanted her, wanted to strip of her ...