(Lizzie POV)
"Holy s**t," Holden voices, freezing in his tracks after closing the front door. The delicious sound of his cussing bolts to my core, shocking my system with pleasure. His tongue glides across his supple lips as he sports a black suit, a white button-up dress shirt, and a bowtie to complete his god status appearance that drives me insane. My inner self kicks back in her recliner, awaiting for the show to unfold.
I'm soaking wet. More than ever before. My palms rest flat against my thighs, and my eyes instinctively shift to his crotch, admiring how lovely it looks. Then, my eyes capture his, noticing the pools in his eyes already darkening to obsidian. "Good evening, Daddy," I say lowly.
His mouth curves into a sexy smile that I live and would die for. "Good evening, kitten.
