One night.
No strings.
It’s a perfect plan.
Especially since I’m pretty sure she wants to fuck me just as much as I want to fuck her.
A server hovers close, surely told to stay near me at all times in case I need something. One of the perks of being a Savage in this city. We’re waited on like royalty. It’s well known that we’re generous tippers, though. We take care of those who take care of us.
As soon as the server sees me tilt my head, he immediately comes over.
“I’d like a couple of bottles of water, a bottle of Dom Perignon, and a charcuterie board. Put it in my section. This is for you. Put the drinks and food on my account,” I tell him, handing him a wad of hundreds.
He stares at the cash with wide eyes for a second before he glances at me and nods. “Thank you, Mr. Savage. I’ll get you taken care of.”
My gaze is on her as soon as he leaves my side. I lift my hand and signal for her to come over with my index finger. She smiles and takes two steps closer to me, my dick twitching at her show of obedience. Such a good fucking girl already.
“Come sit with me. You need to hydrate.”
“Okay.”
I study her for a second. “Do you need to tell your friends you’re stepping away?”
She looks up at me, her eyes bright like a deer caught in the headlights, and she shakes her head. “No. They’ll be fine. I’ll find them later.”
Something in my gut tells me she just lied to me.Is she here alone?In this fucking club, full of horny men who would do just about anything to fuck a woman like her?
Jesus fucking Christ.
That thought makes me want to pull out my gun and start shooting every man here.
Except, I’m one of those men who will do just about anything to fuck her tonight. She could ask me for a million dollars, and I’d give it to her without blinking a fucking eye. The only thing I won’t do is force her. Pretty much anything else it takes, I’ll fucking do it. That’s how badly I want a taste of her.
When we enter the now-empty VIP area, since my family has all disappeared, I lead her to one of the plush, velvet couches and sit, wishing I could pull her onto my lap right here. She lowers beside me, her dress riding up her thick, lush thighs.
I’ve never been in a hurry to have sex before, but there’s a sudden urgency that I can’t shake.
“What’s your name?” I ask when the server arrives with our drinks and food, silently setting everything down before leaving just as quickly.
She smirks, and it’s adorable. “You already know it’s Ace.”
I pull one of the glass bottles of water from the ice bucket and twist the cap, handing the now-open bottle to her. “That’s not your real name.”
Shrugging, she smirks, takes a drink, then another one, and narrows her eyes on me. “What’s your name?”
Oh, she wants to playthisgame? Be a sassy brat?
“Daddy,” I answer, my voice low and even.
As soon as I say it, she sucks in a breath and snaps her gaze toward me, her pupils dilated. And I already know she’s perfect for me.
CHAPTER 4
Ace
Did he just say…?
My body aches, but it’s not my leg this time. I’m too bothered by my sensitive nipples and drenched pussy.
