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“What are you doing?” she asks, her soft voice making my veins sing with want.
“Writing you a check,” I reply as I fish a pen out of my breast pocket.
“A check? why?”
I find myself smirking down at her as I begin to fill out the check. She should never doubt that I won’t take care of her, even if she isn’t technically mine yet. She will be soon enough, and this is just the start. “If I can’t call someone for you, I’m at least going to make sure you have the funds to get home. A check will reimburse you for whatever you spend getting back home.”
I watch, rapt with desire, as her cheeks flush a delicate, pretty shade of pink.
“That’s not necessary, sir.” Hearing her call me “sir” makes my vision swim. What else could I get her to call me, I wonder? “You don’t have to do that.”
Oh, but I do. I need to.
My girl deserves the finest, and while I won’t scare her off by picking her up and hauling her away in my arms, I will make sure she can live comfortably until that happens. Soon, she’ll never have to worry about money or safety ever again.
I never thought I’d see the day where I felt like settling down, but with her, my wildest dreams are now possible. And I’m sure as hell going to make sure her own dreams come true as well. I’m all in on this, even if it still sometimes feels like a pipe dream.
“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” I say as I carefully rip the check out from the booklet. “I’ve already filled it out. I’d hate for it to go to waste, wouldn’t you?”
She looks between me and the check, looking unsure. When I hand it to her, however, she takes it. I watch as her eyes widen as she reads the number on the check to herself.
“I can’t take this,” she protests. “This is too much. Bus fare is a tiny fraction of this.”
I raise a brow at her as she looks up at me with a determined expression.
“Are you worried the money isn’t good?” I ask her.
“N-no,” she stammers.
“Then what’s wrong?”
“Nothing, I just don’t understand why a complete stranger would give me so much money.”
I tilt my head at her as I digest her words. I have to remind myself that to her, I’m still a stranger, even though to me, she’s my everything.
“Have you ever had anyone take care of you, little girl?”
Renee’s pink flush deepens to an enticing shade of red. I can feel blood in my body start traveling south already as what I’d do to her if given the chance flashes through my mind. This isn’t the time, I remind myself. Don’t want to scare her off before the hunt is over.
Finally, she answers, her eyes glassy even as she rubs her hot cheeks shyly. “No.”
While I figured that would be the case, hearing it is still deeply unpleasant. The thought that my little dove has had such a hard life makes my blood boil. No longer will she have to feel like that, and if I ever get her hands on whoever made her feel like this, I’ll rip them limb from limb.
I step closer to her, wanting nothing more than to soothe her. When she doesn’t move, I take another step, and soon, I have her backed against my car. Her blue eyes are wide as they take me in, but the fear is gone. Instead, her chest is rising and falling rapidly. Is she excited? Nervous? Does she want this as much as I do?
I can’t help how I feel about her, not if she doesn’t tell me no. And she doesn’t, not when I cup her face with my hand, not when she watches me tilt my head down to her. In fact, she looks almost as hungry as I do, licking her lips as her fist curls around the lapel of my suit jacket to hold me close.
“Will you let me take care of you, little girl?” I rasp, my lips mere inches from hers.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I surge forward, our lips meeting in a flash of incandescent desire. I tease at the seam of her mouth with my tongue, and she parts with a tiny whine, which makes my cock harden instantly. I press her back against the side of my car, her soft little body flush against mine as I buck my hips against her and groan into her mouth. Every curve she’s been hiding under those plain clothes of hers is clear as day now, and it only makes me yearn for her more.
Devouring her is the finest pleasure I have or ever will experience.
I trail my hand up from her cheek and into her hair, my fingers wrapping around that messy bun she always has it in. She gasps against my lips when I find the hair elastic and tug it loose, letting her silken pale hair fall free. I can’t help pulling away to see it, to take in how she looks with her hair wild and her lips red from kissing me, eyes hooded as she pants for more.
Fuck. She’s going to destroy me. And here I am, welcoming that destruction with open arms.
