Angelica has always known exactly how to play her cards. As Daddy’s absolute favorite, spoiled princess, her every whim is his command. Platinum card? Limitless. Designer wardrobe? Expanding weekly. Penthouse views? Naturally. Daddy has been giving her everything she’s ever asked for—and then some. But even the most pampered princess knows that generosity like that calls for a very special kind of repayment. And tonight, Angelica has decided that the only treat worthy of Daddy is herself.
She stands before the walk-in closet, a gorgeous vision of golden blonde hair tumbling in heavy, perfect waves down her sun-kissed shoulders. Her body is a masterpiece of dangerous curves—ripe, heavy breasts that pull at the fabric of anything she wears, and a waist-to-hip ratio that practically begs to be held, making a grown man drool just watching her cross a room.
Tonight, however, less is infinitely more.
Angelica bypasses the silk gowns and slips into something far more scandalous. She chooses a micro-thin, sheer black lace teddy held together by precarious satin ribbons and shimmering gold hardware. It leaves almost nothing to the imagination, framing her creamy skin and accentuating the swell of her hips and the deep cleavage of her breasts. She adds thigh-high stockings with lace tops and a pair of towering, stiletto heels that instantly lengthen her already incredible legs. She isn’t just dressed for the occasion; she is wrapped like a luxurious, forbidden gift, waiting to be unwrapped.
When the heavy oak door of the study clicks open, signaling Daddy’s return from a long day, a slow, wicked smile spreads across Angelica’s lips. She doesn’t wait for him to find her. Instead, she struts out into the dimly lit hallway, her hips swaying with deliberate, hypnotic grace.
She finds him loosening his tie at the wet bar, and before he even has time to turn around, Angelica is pressing her back against his chest. She reaches back, tangling her manicured fingers in his hair, guiding his mouth down to the sensitive crook of her neck.
“Did you miss your princess, Daddy?” she purrs, her voice dripping with a sultry, breathless heat.
She turns in his arms, pressing the entirety of her soft, warm curves against him. Slowly, teasingly, she unties the satin bow at her shoulder, letting the sheer lace slide down one arm. She guides his trembling hand straight to the rapid beat of her heart, before trailing it lower, down over her waist, right where her dangerous hips flare out.
“You’ve spoiled me rotten,” Angelica whispers, biting her lower lip as she looks up through thick, dark lashes. “Now… let me show you how much I appreciate it.”