That night was the culmination of everything we’ve been building together and yet it still feels… incomplete.

After we showered, I got her dressed and took her home. I kissed her on her doorstep and said goodnight, but I wanted to go back and say something else.

I wanted to admit that I know the truth about Felix, but I don’t know how to do that without causing more drama. I can’t admit to her that I paid a private investigator to go digging around into her life. She’d get angry and frankly she’d have every right to be pissed. Even if she lied to me first, it doesn’t excuse having someone dig into her life. I should just leave her alone and let her secrets stay secrets.

But if she’s going to be mine and I’m going to be her Daddy, I can’t have any secrets.

Now I have to figure out what the hell to do with this information. The next week, we text and talk on the phone every day, but we don’t see much of each other. Teagan turns down a few invitations to go out, mostly because our preliminary hearing is coming up.

I know our lawyers are burying her in paperwork. Part of me wants to order them to back off, just so that I can have her all to myself, but I know I can’t do that. So I give her a pass for a few days, let her get some work done. Meanwhile, I’m trying to figure out what to do about Felix.

“Hey, you ever wonder what it would be like if you had a son you didn’t know about?”

Reid looks up from the file he’s reading, surprised. “What?”

“I mean, imagine you got a random woman pregnant.”

“I’d rather not.” He leans back in his chair. We’re sitting at the conference room table, going over current and future plans. We do this at least once or twice a week, or at least we always try to when we’re both in town.

“Just play along, asshole.”

He sighs, giving me a look. “Well, I don’t know,” he admits. “I’m not the fathering type. Why, did you get someone pregnant?”

“No,” I lie to him. “I’ve just been thinking about it.”

“Thinking about getting someone pregnant?”

“No, I mean, if it happened.”

“Look, just wear a condom, okay?”

I grin at him. “Take your own advice, asshole.”

He shrugs, grinning right back. “Look, you want a real answer?”

“Please,” I say, gesturing to him.

“I’d step up and try to marry her.”

“Marry her?” I’m a little surprised. Reid is worse than I am when it comes to being a bachelor, and that’s pretty bad.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s a big responsibility. And it’d be up to me to give them a good life, right? Might as well make it real first.”

“How very...”

“Noble?” he says, cutting me off.

“I was going to say old-fashioned.”

He spins his pen between his fingers. “That’s just me, I guess. A child’s a real responsibility… imagine growing up without a father.”

I glance down at my papers and shuffle them between my hands. “Good point.”

He drops his pen and leans forward. “You sure you didn’t get someone pregnant?”

I laugh and pour myself some water. “Positive. Let’s get back to work.”

He gives me a look but says nothing, and we drop the subject completely.

What he said sticks with me for the next couple days. I don’t push Teagan to spend time with me, since I know she’s busy. Wednesday and Thursday come and go, and finally Friday rolls around.

All day at work, I think about marrying her. That’s not really my style, that old-fashioned thing, but maybe Reid had a point. Maybe it would be better for Teagan and Felix. I mean, Felix is my son, and I don’t want him to grow up without a father. Marrying Teagan would make it so much easier, although parents do raise children without being married all the time. Still, I could provide for her, take care of her, and I’m already her Daddy. Getting married would just make it official.

I can’t stop thinking about it, imagining what it would be like. I can’t decide if I want it or if I’m just confused about being a father. But I do know one thing, I need to see Teagan again, and I’m sick of hearing her excuses.

When the end of the day rolls around, I call for my car and we go stake out Teagan’s house. I shoot her a text around five o’clock, asking her how her day’s going.

“Almost done on time for once,” she sends back. “Probably heading home by six.”

“Marta has Felix?” I ask.

“She does. Since when do you ask about him?”

I glance out the window and catch sight of her house across the street. “Curious. Taking an interest in your life,” I send back. I smile to myself, excitement coursing through my veins.

“Well, I wish I could see you tonight, but I’m swamped. As you’re well aware.”

“That’s okay,” I answer, staring at her house. “I’ll see you soon enough.”

I slip my phone back into my jacket pocket and look up at my driver. “Andrey, mind putting up the divider?”

He nods. “Of course, sir.” He slides the divider up, and I’m alone in the back seat. I’m thankful that I sprung for the total privacy model of this car, which means that the divider is totally soundproof and utterly black, and the windows back here are tinted dark, so basically nobody can see inside, not even Andrey. And he’s sitting a couple feet away from me.

I switch on some music, something easy and soothing but still exciting. I end up playing The War On Drugs. Their new album courses through the speakers, a wall of sound, upbeat and still somehow calming. I settle back into my seat and I wait.

This isn’t what I normally do. I’m not the kind of man that waits around for someone, let alone for a woman. But Teagan seems to have forgotten what she is, and I need to remind her.

Fortunately I don’t have to wait long. Forty minutes slip past, and I suddenly spot Teagan coming down the street.

I reach forward and hit the button to lower the divider. “Andrey, drive up next to her.” I point at Teagan.

“Of course,” he says. I slide the divider back up, cutting us off.

We pull into the street and Andrey navigates up next to Teagan, sliding in just in front of her.

I smirk to myself. It’s perfect.

She looks at the car, a confused smile on her face. I throw open the door and jump out, walking toward her.

“Declan, what are you?—“

But her question is cut off as I grab her. She lets out a surprised gasp as I pick her up and carry her to my car.

“What are you doing?” she asks, struggling slightly. “Put me down!”

I put her down and push her into the car. “Get in.”

“Declan!”

“In,” I repeat.

She slides into the seat and I follow her. I slam the door shut behind me, and Andrey pulls out into traffic. He was instructed to start driving aimlessly as soon as Teagan got into the car until I told him otherwise.

Teagan looks at me, eyes wide. “What are you doing, Declan?”

“Not Declan,” I say, pressing her against the window. I put one hand on her throat, the other stroking up her thigh. She’s wearing a tight skirt and I love the way it moves up her skin, slowly revealing her little light blue panties.

“Declan?” Her eyes go wide as my fingers find her pussy. I roughly yank her panties down, ripping them in the process. My grip on her throat tightens as I slide my fingers hard inside of her.

“Oh shit,” she gasps. “Declan.”

“That’s not what you call me.”

She lets out a moan as I press my fingers all the way inside of her. She’s struggling slightly but I pin her against the door harder.

“Daddy,” she groans.

My grip around her throat relaxes. She gasps and groans as my fingers start fucking her. I remove my hand from around her neck and grab her hair, pulling her head back.

“You think you’re too busy for me?” I ask her softly. “You think you can ignore this?”

“No,” she moans. “The case. You know.”

I smirk, loving this moment. I pull her hair harder. “You need to get home, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she says. “Please, let me go home.”

“No.” I press my fingers harder, fucking her roughly. “You’re not going anywhere.”

I release her hair and slide my fingers from her pussy. I unbuckle my belt and pull down my slacks, my cock hard against my black boxer briefs. I grab her hair again and pull her face down into my lap. She struggles but I spread down her back and spank her ass hard.

“Don’t fight me,” I say. “You’re mine, remember? I can do whatever I want with you.”

She fumbles at my boxer briefs and manages to get my cock out. I bury it down her throat and she gags. I slap her ass again as she starts sucking me, two hands wrapped around my shaft, tongue and lips doing work along my tip.

“That’s right, girl,” I say, making her take me down her throat again. “Gag on that fucking cock. You’ve been ignoring your Daddy and now you need to be punished.”

I slap her ass hard and she moans with my dick down her throat. “Daddy,” she gasps, pulling back. “I didn’t mean to.”

“You want to apologize?” I pull her head, tipping her head back. She groans, staring into my eyes.

“Please,” she says. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”

“Don’t fucking say it. Show me how sorry you are.”

I release her hair and she gets to work. I watch as she greedily takes my cock in her mouth sucking me fast and hard. I love how sloppy and intense she gets, enjoying every moment of my big cock in her pretty little mouth. Pleasure rings through me and I press her down, filling her up, making her gag.

She pulls back, stroking me with both hands. “Come in my mouth,” she says to me.

“No,” I say. “I’m coming inside that tight cunt of yours.” I grab her hair and pull her over toward me. I kiss her full and deep as she climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. I yank her panties out of the way, pulling them completely off as I tease her pussy.

Slowly she slides down my length, gasping. I bite her lower lip as I fill her, making her moan. Once I’m fully inside, I slap her ass, lifting her skirt up over her hips in the process.

“Oh fuck,” she whispers. “Can he hear? The driver?”

I smirk and pull her hair. “Doesn’t matter. You do what I say.”

“Oh god.” She seems to like that. I grab her thick ass and slap it again before pulling her hair harder.

She starts to slide up and down my cock, but not fast enough. I want this rough and dirty, I don’t want her taking her time. I grab her hips and fuck her like a man, like an animal. She gets the point and starts moving her hips faster, sliding up and down, riding me the way I want it.

I grab her hair and thrust into her as she rips down along my shaft. “This is what you get for not seeing your Daddy,” I whisper in her ear, fucking her roughly. “You get my big fat cock deep inside your tight cunt as hard and as fast as I fucking want.”

The car turns and weaves through traffic, and although I can feel the motions and movements, everything but Teagan is totally gone from my mind. We’re in our own little world, protected in the back of this car, in a totally private world that’s also strangely public. We can see out the windows, but people can’t see back in at us, and something about that is fucking hot as hell. Pleasure courses through me as I fuck her, loving her thick ass slamming down against me, her moans in my ear.

“Oh my god, Declan,” she says. “I need to come. God, I fucking need it.”

I slap her ass and squeeze her, slamming up inside. “Go ahead. Come for Daddy.”

She digs her nails into my shoulders as I slam into her. I can feel her whole body contract, her pussy tighten, her moans getting deep and low and loud. I don’t let up, I fuck her faster and faster, the glow in my balls building into a crescendo.

Just as her orgasm peaks, I come. I orgasm deep inside her pussy, filling her cunt with my hot cum. I pull her tight against me, thrusting up inside of her, and we come together, bliss filling the car.

Slowly we finish and she collapses next to me, her head on my shoulder. I pull her tight against me.

“See?” I ask. “Isn’t that what you needed?”

She looks up at me and laughs. “I guess there’s nothing for stress like sex.”

“Exactly.”

I kiss her gently and crack the privacy border. “Back to Teagan’s house,” I say to Andrey, and slide the divider back up.

I hold her like that, tender but tight, enjoying her company. We talk softly about nothing, really just being together. It takes about fifteen minutes to get back to her place. I kiss her one last time as she opens the door.

“Next time I call, you come running,” I say to her.

“Yes, Daddy.” She says it with a grin.

“Now get back to work.”

She laughs and shuts the door. I watch her walk up her stoop and disappear inside.

I lean back in my seat and sigh. “Take me home,” I say to Andrey as I lower the divider.