“Dax, what are you eating?”

“Those chocolates off the counter, really good. Damn, did you make these?” he says, licking the last bit of chocolate off his thumb. It’s sexy as Hell, but I have no idea what to do.

“Dax, babe, how many did you eat?”

“Four,” he says as he pats his lap.

“Um, just give me one second!” I run into the kitchen and look at the truffles and groan. I call Stevie and thank Hecate as she answers. “Stevie! Fuck. Dax is here, and he ate four of your truth truffles. What should I do?”

She laughs over the phone. “The right thing to do would be to take one yourself and come clean,” she says. I’m not a huge fan of that idea.

“What if I say something about Ryan?”

“Risk, reward,” she says as she laughs. I can hear Bianca saying something to her in hushed tones. I hang up, not saying anything else. I take a deep breath before popping a truffle in my mouth as I walk back into the living room.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful. You know that?” he says, patting his lap again. This time, I straddle his lap as instructed. He pets down my hair. “I’ve been thinking about how you would feel on my lap all night. You’re the most stunning little creature I’ve ever seen.”

“You ate spelled truth truffles,” I blurt out, the chocolates already taking effect.

“Mmm, is that what that feeling is?” His large hands glide over my thighs, and he squeezes. “These fucking thighs, I can’t stop touching them, thinking about them. I want to bite them.”

“You’ve made me so fucking wet tonight,” I tell him, feeling lose and happy. Every thought just spilling from my lips.

His grip tightens on my thighs, and he groans. “The indecent things I want to do to you, Blair.”

“Tell me,” I whisper.

“I want to bend you over and spank your ass until you’re begging me to fuck you. I want to fuck you in your sleep and wake you up with an orgasm. You make me want to do things I’ve never wanted to do before. I want to watch your pretty eyes change color when I lick your cunt so good you can’t breathe.”

I can’t help it as I grind against his length.

“I’ve never wanted someone so bad. Wanted to take care of someone so badly. I want to spoil the fuck out of you,” he says.

“I want that. Touch me, Dax.”

His green eyes are so dark as he looks at my face. His thumb sliding between my lips and tugging on my bottom lip.

“What do you want from me, little witch?”

“I want you to be my daddy, Dax. No one has treated me like you have tonight. It’s pathetic. I feel pathetic. But I think you could take care of me.” I cover my mouth with my hands and groan. I want to die on the spot. How mortifying and embarrassing, no way that’s something that Dax wants. I’ve hardly even admitted to myself that I wanted a man to take control and take care of me, and here I’m word vomiting to the most attractive man I’ve ever met. My hands push against his chest as I try to get off his lap. His grip is unrelenting as he slides me back up.