CHAPTER 139

  Olivia's POV

  My head spun with the taste of him, the feel of his body pressed against mine, the way his hands seemed to be everywhere at once.

  His mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin as he ground against me. I gasped, arching into him instinctively. "Fuck, daddy." The words tumbled out before I could stop them.

  "That's it," Christopher growled against my throat. "Let me hear you."

  "God, your hands." My fingers scrabbled at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer. "I can't think when you touch me like this."

  "Not thinking is the whole point." His lips found mine again, hot and insistent.

  My mind went blank as he kissed me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth like he owned the place. I melted against him, my body reacting to his touch like it was hardwired for pleasure.