His grip on my hair tightened as he continued to plunder my mouth. I relaxed, letting go of all resistance and allowing him to mold my body to his. His free hand gripped my ass. I had missed out on retro night, and Maddie and I were separated, but his kiss was the best I’d ever had and made losing out on the rest worth it.
His hardened length pressed into my belly, giving me a pretty good idea of his cock’s size. It was definitely as large as the rest of him. Another moan escaped me, and I knew I was moments away from complete surrender.
“Mmm, take me, Daddy.”
Wait, what? Did I just say that?
In response, the big man—as I’d been referring to him because he was the size of a grizzly—let out a low growl that vibrated through my mouth and down to my core.
“That’s right, baby girl, I’m your daddy, and I’m going to take you, but our first time will not be in this shitty little office.”
He released me then, taking a firm hold of my hand as my knees wobbled and my legs almost gave out from the pleasure.
“Come on, I will wait with you until your car arrives.” I was happy to just be silent and rest in his power. Not my usual modus operandi, but what can I say? He’d rendered me speechless, something no one else had accomplished.
When the Uber pulled up, I remembered Maddie. “What about my friend, Maddie? She was upstairs with your boss.”
“No need to fret. I received a text that Langden is sending her home shortly, so you can relax.”
That made me feel better, and I wondered if her time had been as interesting as mine. As I stepped toward the car, I realized I didn’t know his name.
“What’s your name? When will I see you again?”
“My name is Gabriel, but for you, it’s Daddy. As for your second question, you will see me when you least expect it.” He closed the Uber door and stood back as the driver pulled away. I craned my neck to see Gabriel watching the car, his face unreadable.
I turned and faced the front, thinking about his cryptic message:when I least expect it.
What the hell did that mean? Whatever. It probably meant never, and he was too gutless to say so. Fine with me. I didn’t really want a daddy anyway, right?
I tried to shut off my internal voice and forget Gabriel, but he haunted my thoughts on the ride home. The dampness between my thighs and my swollen lips were constant reminders of how hot he’d made me.
When I arrived, I locked my door, tossed my clothes on the floor, and jumped into the shower, desperate for release. I grabbed my waterproof vibrator and depressed the button tobring it to life. Usually, I picked the highest setting, but my senses were already so heightened, and the water on my skin felt like a lover’s touch. Supersonic speed wasn’t required for the swollen nub peeking from between its swollen folds.
I imagined Gabriel’s hands on my body as I ran my vibrator over my throbbing clit. I hissed with pleasure, a bloom of heat spreading through my core, and pressed harder. With my other hand, I gripped a nipple and worked it roughly, as I imagined he would. If only my fingers were as thick and coarse as his.
My eyes closed, and I sank the vibrator to the hilt, my breaths coming in rapid pants. The first tingles ignited in my neck and moved down my spine. I was close to an orgasm of epic proportions. My hand moved from the hardened peak as I opted to slide a finger into my ass. With my chest pressed against the shower tiles, my nipples found friction from the tile grout, adding more stimulation. A powerful orgasm ripped through me, and I came undone in a shower of water and heat, screaming out my release.
I collapsed on the shower floor, exhausted and satisfied. Who needed a daddy when I could take care of myself?
But do you want to?
Ugh, damn inner voice. Fine, the truth is a man like Gabriel was a huge fantasy, but I’d never sought it out, having preferred a safe façade that no one, until now, could penetrate. To most people, I appeared smart and dominant, a woman who always got her way. I liked that cover; it kept my heart safe.
Did I really want to make myself vulnerable with a man like Gabriel? Allowing him to be my daddy meant opening myself to the potential destruction of my well-constructed walls. Scratch that—a definite destruction, and then, when it was all said and done... No! I firmed my resolve. I would not be his baby girl, not ever. I repeated the mantra until I tucked myself safely into bed and fell asleep.
Chapter 2
A strong exterior protects the tender flesh in the center.
Gabriel
I’d been watching Cheryl for some time, though she didn’t know it. Her mother hired my team, not specifically to watch Cheryl, but to gain intel on her husband’s illegal activities. Having learned of their plans for Cheryl, I’d added her to my radar, feeling it was my job to protect her, not just from the sharks circling her, but from the very people who should care for and love her most.
Learning about Maddie’s fainting spell while waiting in line at the club felt serendipitous. With Cheryl unknowingly added to my protection detail—and at the club offered me an opportunity to watch her up close and see what she was all about. I had no intention of approaching her directly, despite looking exactlylike the type of woman I craved. She entered the club like a goddess, channeling Madonna from the“Papa Don’t Preach” video, though her standoffish demeanor, while deterring most, was just armor and easy for someone like me to see through.
Cheryl was from money, and everything about her screamed breeding—which, these days, meant being destined for a specific lifestyle. I didn’t doubt her father had been showcasing her at functions since she turned sixteen. Displaying her assets to potential suitors, all without Cheryl’s knowledge. I knew his illegal prostitution ring was profitable, but nothing could compare to what depraved rich men would pay for someone of Cheryl’s caliber. I wouldn’t let that happen; she deserved protection from that ugliness.
Monday morning, I moved through the shadows of the college campus where Cheryl and Maddie were students. I scouted all the locations between her apartment and her classrooms, installing cameras in spots I felt kidnappers would use.
