She nods. “Okay. Where to?”
“Come on. I’ll show you.”
I stand up and she hesitates before following me. I take her hand, as natural as can be, and she doesn’t seem to mind.
We head out into the night. My driver is parked not too far away, but we walk right past him. She looks at me a little hesitantly.
“Where are we going?” she asks.
“Nowhere,” I say. “We’re just walking.”
“Isn’t this…” She trails off, looking down at the ground.
“A bad neighborhood?” I finish for her. “A little bit yes and a little bit no. You’re not more or less likely to get mugged here than you are anywhere else.”
She nods a little bit. “My parents raised me to think that this place is the worst place in the world.”
I laugh a little bit. “I’m not surprised. But really, most muggers are in your neighborhood. That’s where the rich people are.”
She smiles a little bit. “I’m sorry if I seem so out of touch.”
“It’s okay,” I say. “It’s pretty adorable, if I’m honest.”
“I’d rather not be adorable.”
“What do you prefer then?” I ask her. I pull her hand, tugging her into an empty storefront doorway. She stumbles up against me, hands on my chest as I lean up against the glass door.
She bites her lip, looking up into my face. We’re totally alone here on the street.
“I don’t know,” she says.
“I’ll tell you,” I whisper in her ear. “You want me to think you’re sexy, don’t you?”
“Maybe,” she breathes.
“You do,” I say. “Right now, you’re soaking wet, just thinking about what I could do to you right here and now.”
“We’re in public,” she protests, surprised.
“Maybe,” I say. “But isn’t that what makes it exciting?” I kiss her neck softly, moving up toward her mouth.
Her breathing gets fast and my heart starts to thump quickly in my chest as I press my lips against hers, kissing her deep.
She kisses me back, wrapping her arms around my neck. I turn and press her up against the glass door, making her gasp slightly. She’s so fucking sexy, so goddamn gorgeous, that I can’t help myself. My hands roam her hips, feel her ass, and I have to resist the urge to pet that soaking little pussy of hers right here in the street.
Slowly, I break the kiss off. “Is this why you came out with me again?” I ask her.
“No,” she says, shaking her head.
“Liar.” I smirk a little bit. “You’re here because we have unfinished business.”
“You mean from back in the club,” she says, and bites her lip.
“That’s right. You disappeared on me for a little while after that.”
“I couldn’t contact you. My father took away my phone, and I know it sounds so childish, but it’s the truth.”
“I understand,” I say gently. “You need someone to take care of you.”
“I don’t know,” she admits. “I’ve been taken care of all my life. Maybe I just want to live.”
“Maybe,” I concede. “But I don’t see why you can’t do both.”
I kiss her again, this time more deeply, more passionately. My hands linger on her body and I can sense the tension between us, heavy and thick and intense.
She breaks the kiss off after a moment, breathing heavily. “Gavin,” she whispers as my hands cup her ass. “I have to tell you something.”
“What?” I ask her.
She hesitates. “You’ll think less of me after I say it.”
“Doubtful,” I say, fingers running through her hair.
She pulls back and looks in my eyes. “I’m a virgin.”
I stare at her for a second, holding her hair in my fist. “You’re a virgin?”
She nods once. “I’m sorry,” she says, talking fast. “I should have told you sooner. I just, I don’t know, I just never had sex, it just never happened, so now—“
I cut her off with a kiss, deep and serious. I hold her hair tight in my hand as desire floods my whole body.
A fucking virgin. I had no clue. I assumed she had slept with one of her rich boyfriends, like all of her friends were no doubt doing. Instead, she’s pristine, untouched, and inexperienced.
She probably thinks that’ll turn me off, but it drives me absolutely crazy instead. I want to be the man to teach her everything she needs to know. I want to be her Daddy, taking care of her, giving her everything she needs, while opening her eyes to the pleasure I can make her feel.
The kiss breaks off after a slow moment. “I don’t mind one bit,” I say softly.