Shakin' It For Daddy (The Panty Droppers) Read Online Free PDF Page B

blinding moment he was back in her life and had her spread across a dining room table with his tongue shoved so deep into her pussy, she wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.
    “Very lady-like, Mika,” she muttered.
    She wanted to get to know Degan—not as the high school student, but as a man. She wanted to strip his clothes off and licked him from this head to his toes. Seeing Degan smirk at her heated her very core and even as Mika lay on her bed, she could feel her pussy convulsing in anticipation.
    “You can twitch all you want.” Mika slipped her hands below the waist of her skirt and into her panties. She slid her index finger over her clit and shivered. “I can’t let you go there again.”
    But even as she said those words, Degan flashed through her head. She didn’t have a choice, but to slip two fingers in and moaned at the hot, slickness of her channel. She needed Degan in more ways than one. She had a feeling that no amount of fingering herself was going to work. Pulling herself together, she leaned off the bed and grabbed the yellow pages. She flipped through until she found his hotel. Calling his hotel covered her ass. If he wasn’t in his room, she could at least say she tried. As she dialed, Mika knew she could be making a colossal mistake. But her body wouldn’t let her do anything else.
    Finally, someone answered the phone. Taking a deep breath, Mika flopped backwards onto the bed. “Hi, Degan Moira’s room please.”
    “One moment please.”
    The phone clicked, boring classical music began before there was another click and the phone began ringing.
    “Moira.”
    “Degan?”
    “Hi.”
    Mika cleared her throat a couple of times. “It-it’s Mika,”
    “I know.”
    “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you, but I needed to talk to you.”
    “Well this is an unexpected and wonderful surprise,” Degan said. “You wanted to talk, so talk.”
    Mika pushed from the bed. Walking to the window, she peered out to see Astrid fussing over her rose bush that pissed Becca off some badly. “About what we were talking about at dinner.”
    “I remember.”
    “Degan, I don’t know what to think about all of this,” Mika admitted. She turned her back, pressing against the glass of the window. “I mean, my life has been shit since the day I decided I wanted to be a dancer with a bunch of showgirls. I never thought to do anything else. I have nothing to offer you and I know you didn’t offer me forever, but I don’t think my could take a fling and forget what it would do to my heart. I don’t want to seem all needy and shit, but the truth is the truth. I don’t have the patience for a lot of things.”
    “Mika?”
    “No, let me finish. I just don’t want this to be a joke.”
    “I can assure you, Mika, that this is not a joke. I’ve wanted you for so many years it’s now a throbbing need inside me that won’t seem to stop. I told you if you said no I would back off and go away and I meant to keep that promise.”
    “What if—” She stopped abruptly and turned to look outside again. “That’s not what I want?”
    “Then what do you want, Mika?”
    Taking a deep breath, Mika pressed a palm to the glass. Walking away, she looked around her. The room she was in was scantily furnished. Her bed was in a corner across from a white dresser that sat beside a chest-of-drawers. That wasn’t what she wanted for her bedroom. Mika wanted a princess bed with four posts, a chest at the foot of her bed with all her sheets and pillow cases. She wanted a love seat beneath a wide bay window with beautiful white curtains blowing in the wind.
    She wanted to wake up in the middle of the night and watch the moonlight flow over her husband’s body.
    “Mika?”
    “Yes?”
    “Are you okay?”
    “No, I’m not okay. What I want is to have more—more than this. There has to be more.”
    “I don’t know what to tell you, Mika. But I will tell you this. There is more to life than whatever it is