Reece
This is crazy.
I shouldn’t let him touch me like this. I shouldn’t be hanging on to every one of his filthy words. My breath hitches in my throat. My fingers open and close, my hand wanting to grab his and pull it away from me.
But I don’t.
I give in.
I've been so lost, so lonely, and his touch, being so close to him...
It's intoxicating.
For tonight…for right now, I’ll be his good girl.
I told myself I’d dance with a strange man tonight. I just didn’t know how strange the dance would be. And how much it would turn my world upside down.
Now my arms wrap around his neck and my head rests in the cradle of his shoulder. I’m biting my lip and trying not to cry out as his fingers rub my sex over the satiny gusset of my—yes, daddy, you’re right—very damp panties.
My sex melts further, a warm, liquid feeling spreading through my core. His arms are strong around my waist, making me feel small and protected. My ass presses against his lap.
His heat, his scent, his deep voice, his touch, it’s all around me, cocooning me like a weighted sensory blanket that is just …him.
The words fall from my mouth. “Oh, daddy…” A hot lick of shame plunges deep inside me as I hear myself say them.
The stubble of the five o’clock shadow darkening his chin scratches at my cheek. His breath is hot against my ear. “There’s my good girl. There’s my good girl,” he hums to me as his fingers move faster, harder, making my hips buck against him, my ass grind into him.
My sex clenches and I feel another wave of arousal dampen my panties further.
He feels it too.
He gives a dark chuckle that rumbles against me. “My pretty baby, so responsive for her daddy.”
His fingertip sneaks past the elastic band of my panties.
Oh my god—he’s going to touch me, touch me. I think finally and oh no at the same time. Anticipation swirls through me, my head light and my sex tingly. His skin meets mine. A deep shudder tears through me.
Now his finger is gliding over my slick sex and my mind goes fuzzy as heat flashes over my skin. He finds my entrance, pushing past my tight muscles with his thick finger. God, it feels so good—what would it feel like to have his cock in me?
It’s big—I know from his hardness digging into my ass cheek.
I want him inside me. I want to feel his weight over me. I want to know what it would be like to have my naked body pressed against his. He pushes his finger further inside of me, stretching me, filling me. My aching sex clenches around him, wanting more.
He nips at my earlobe. “You’re so tight. So sweet and so tight. And wet. So wet for your daddy.”
“You make me like that,” I whisper, shivers running down my spine. “You do this to me.”
“Because you were meant for me, Reece. I’m the only man who can give you what you need.”
He’s not talking about a key.
He’s talking about him. The way he is. The daddy inside him that is giving the little girl inside me the care and attention she needs.
I’m fucking crazy, aren’t I?
God. This…stranger…has me totally under his control. I’d do anything he asked right now if he’d just keep his hands on me. But as he breathes against me, pulls me closer and whispers dirty-sweet-everything’s in my ear, he stops feeling like a stranger to me.
He feels like someone I've been waiting my whole life for.
I want to see him again after tonight.
I want him to be…mine.
“Unh…mmm, oh my god…” The orgasm takes me off guard, the warm wave turning to a crashing tsunami that has me rocking, whining and clinging to his neck.
“There you go, baby. Come for daddy. Come all over daddy’s finger.”
Fuck—he’s filthy.
His sexy words force a second climax to build up inside me, my body begging for the next wave of sweet release. I’m ricocheting against him. A whine rises in the back of my throat. “Yes, daddy, I’m going to come.”
“Of course you are. You’re my good girl. Come for me...now.”
On command, the climax builds through me, leaving me breathless, speechless, flushed and flustered.
He moves his finger deeper, stroking my clit with the pad of his thumb, milking waves of the orgasm from me. His stubbly cheek caresses mine. “Come for me. Come for me, babygirl.”
Babygirl… like the text.
God, I love the sound of that word.
It’s my undoing. I moan, clutching him like he's my anchor, like he’s the only thing holding me to this earthly plain. I bury my face in his chest and I hold onto him while my mind and body feel like they leave this world.
He’s kissing my cheek, his lips brushing against my skin.
“There you go, sweet girl—”
I come so hard I hear the chiming of bells. “Oh my god!”
The bells don’t stop. Wait… that’s not bells, it’s a phone ringing.
Now?
"Shit. Sorry, baby." He wraps an arm protectively around my waist, taking his hand from me and sliding it into his pocket, telling me, “Hold on a second.”
Still shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm, I watch his face as he takes the call. The muffled voice in the background is barely audible but the tone sounds intense.
His jaw locks, his dark brow knitting together.
What could the caller be saying to him?
“It is what it is. I'll head that way now. Make it two passengers for London. I’ve got company.”
Huh?
He hangs up the phone and looks at me. “Have you got a passport, kitten?”
“Do I have a passport? You mean to go to London with you?” I’ve never left the state, let alone the country, but I don’t want to admit it. I move off his lap, scooting beside him on the couch. I quickly reach up under my skirt, sliding up my panties. “Ah…no.”
His fingers tap at his phone screen at lightning speed. “No problem. I’ll take care of it.”
“Um. Don’t you need my ID or something?” I’m trying to think where I left my purse in my apartment. I should be telling him I’m not going.
“Nope.” He shakes his head, swiping up. “I’ve got guys I pay for things like this.”
“Oh.”
He’s deep in emails and texting, his dark brow knitting together as he works. It gives me a minute to think. This is crazy—I know. And he’s a stranger, yes, but my dad knew him, worked for him, so he can’t be bad, right? But a free trip to London? How can I turn down this opportunity? I’ve always wanted to go to Europe, but on a preschool teacher's salary, the idea was nothing more than a bucket list item.
Free. Trip. To. London.
I watch his sexy fingers as they tap across his phone, making things happen. I think about the way those fingers felt on me. I sneak a glance at his handsome jawline, the cuff of his sleeve, the collar of his suit jacket that makes him look oh-so-much-older and distinguished than the boys I’ve dated.
But I’ve not said yes. Wait a minute—he didn’t even ask me, did he? He just assumes I will go with him. This crazy stalker went into my apartment, took me to a warehouse, and did delicious but very dirty things to me, then just tells me I’m flying across the world with him and he’s having a passport made for me.
Reece—get your head out of your pussy and think clearly for one damn minute—you cannot go. Not only do I have work responsibilities that I refuse to ignore, it would also be insane to jump on a plane with this man and…
Wait…
All I’ve called him is daddy. The only way he’s referred to himself is as daddy. I need him to tell me his name.
I reach out, placing a hand on his wrist to gain his attention. “Hey.”
He stops his work, his blue eyes meeting mine. “What, baby?”
His calling me baby so casually makes my hand flinch from his. He says it like he’s said it for years, like he knows me, like I really am his baby. And I… I like it too much.
I clear my throat, trying to hold on to that fleeting clear-headed thinking I found. Stay with it, Reece.
I shake my head. “You haven’t told me your name.”
“Right.” He holds his hand out to me. “Well, Reece Bright, let me introduce myself. I’m Bryant Long, and it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
“Bryant. That’s a nice name.” I stifle a giggle at his playful, formal tone. I offer him my hand, and he takes it. His eyes pierce mine, holding my gaze as he brings my hand to his lips, brushing my skin with their soft heat.
He lets me go. “Look. I’ve got to get going. I can put off this trip for maybe”—he glances down at his Tankard watch—“twenty, maybe thirty hours, but that’s it. You can go home, grab what you need, and I’ll take care of the rest.”
My head is spinning at the craziness of these plans. “The rest?”
“Hiring a last-minute replacement for you at work so you stay in good standing with your employer, the food, the entertainment, and of course, a wardrobe. I have a woman who helps me with all that. She’s a godsend.”
Why do I find myself bristling at the mention of another woman? Ridiculous. This night just gets more and more unbelievable.
I just get more and more unbelievable.
But no matter how much I tell myself to do the sensible thing and get the hell out of here, I can’t. I can’t say no to him.
Finally I manage to squeak out an answer. “Let me take a minute to think about it?”
“Sure. Take all the thinking time you want.” He goes back to his screen, mumbling as he works. “Just know in twenty-four hours your ass better be on my private jet or I’m coming crashing into your apartment and dragging you with me, even if I have to throw you over my shoulder.”
The image makes me squirm in my seat.
Hot.
But wrong.
Right?
I don’t know. I just don’t know anything anymore. I need a minute by myself to breathe.
“Can you please call me a cab?” I ask, straightening my skirt.
His brow knits together. “A cab? You’re taking my driver. And he’ll stay parked outside your apartment until you decide you’re ready to join me.”
A private driver? Seriously?
I look down at the thin line of red ribbon hanging from his pocket. The key. The cabinet. My dad. I can forgive myself for forgetting my mission to find out what happened to Dad with Bryant's giant proposal looming before me. “And the key?”
He pushes the ribbon further into his pocket. “What’s done is done. I promise to help you, but can it wait till we return?”
“I guess. Wait. I mean, I haven’t said yes yet.”
He leans forward, brushing his mouth against mine. “But you will.” His light touch sends electric pulses dancing over my lips.
What do I do?
He swipes the pad of his thumb over his phone screen. “The car is ordered. Derek should be outside by the time we get to the front door.”
“I don’t know—”
I don’t have time to decide for myself because he’s grabbing me around my waist and lifting me from his lap. He stands, taking my hand in his. “Come. Let’s get you to my car.”
His hand is big and warm, protectively cocooning mine. I like it. I know it’s crazy to let him lead me back through this warehouse, into the dark night, and put me into his car, but I do, I let him. I sneak a peek at his dark, stubbled jaw. It’s locked tight, a little muscle in the corner twitching away like he’s mad or something.
Have I done something wrong?
What a silly thought—he’s the one stalking and hooking up with a girl half his age.
Still, that little tick tick tick of his jaw muscle worries me.
I squeeze his hand.
My small gesture sends something through him, a lightness. His face brightens and he looks down at me with an almost smile. “Yes, kitten?”
“Are you…okay?” I ask.
“Yeah. Sure.” He runs a hand through his air. “I’ll be a hell of a lot better when I’m on the other side of the ocean dealing with this business crisis, especially since I'll have you by my side.”
“I haven’t—”
“I know.” He cuts me off. “You think you haven’t decided but I know that deep down you know you’re going.”
“Humph,” I say.
“That wasn’t much of a no. I’m not a betting man, but I’d put down a cool million on your ass being nestled down in the leather seat of my private jet by this time tomorrow.” The pad of his big thumb runs over the back of my hand, sending little electric pulses dancing over my skin.
He opens the door to the warehouse and the chilly air robs me of my sassy response. My teeth lock and my hand leaves his, my arms wrapping around myself to keep warm.
“Here,” he says, taking off his suit jacket. “Take this.” He wraps the coat around my shoulders, slipping my phone into one of its pockets.
“I can’t take this. Then you’ll be cold.” I’m grateful for the warmth, the clean masculine scent that is him enveloping me.
“Daddies don’t get cold.” He leans down, his lips brushing against my ear. “Don’t tell daddy no. Or I’ll take you in the backseat of this car and put you right back over my lap. Understand?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I whisper. The thought of him doing that to me...my panties are melting.
“Good girl.” He gives my ass a farewell pat, opening the car door. “Now get in here before you freeze your ass off. I swear to god that thing you're wearing is not a dress.”
I slip into the velvety black leather of the back seat. The car still has that delicious new car smell. There are a hundred buttons and gadgets on a panel between the backs of the two front seats, a dim blue light shining from them.
I scoot back, careful not to accidentally touch one of them. Who knows if he’s got an ejector seat in here. I might accidentally bump a button and shoot right out the sunroof. This car looks solid, high-tech, and expensive. I could easily screw something up.
He pops his head in the car, a stern look emanating from his deep blue eyes. “Be good. Don’t leave home without my driver. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon.”
My mouth gapes open like a codfish but no words come out. What use is it to argue with this man? He always gets his way. I sigh and snap my jaw shut.
“That’s what I thought.” He kisses my cheek. It’s a soft, chaste kiss, one a father might give a daughter before tucking her in at night, but it makes my sex clench and my panties dampen.
God, I’m a filthy girl…
“Good night,” I finally muster.
“Goodnight. Reece Bright.” He flashes a handsome smile with his enticing lips curling up to one side and I feel his sexiness right down in my core.
He closes the door.
It’s only then that I acknowledge that I’m not alone.
“Hello.” I catch the eye of the dark-haired driver in the review mirror. This must be Derek. He’s got his own stern daddy look, almost as tough as Bryant’s. But no one can match Daddy’s. I lean forward. “Do you need my address?”
“No, ma'am. Mr. Long already sent it to me.” He pulls away from the curb, heading towards my apartment.
How does Bryant know my address…oh, that’s right. He’s been stalking me. He knows who I am. Where I work. Who my friends are. Where I live. He’s been inside my apartment and he knew where I’d be tonight.
I have a stalker…
A shiver runs down my spine and I pull the jacket tighter around my shoulders. But the shiver is not altogether unpleasant and it turns to a warm, jittery feeling growing in the pit of my stomach, a feeling akin to—what am I feeling?
Excitement?
My life has been mundane at best. A cloud of loneliness follows me around most days.
Bryant made me feel…special. Beautiful. Sexy. Worthy of his attention, his obsession.
Is that what I am to him?
An obsession?
I don’t know. I don’t know if I care. Because right now an all-expenses-paid trip to London with a man who seems to have my every need on his mind is right there for the taking.
All I have to do is say…
Yes, daddy.