Page 32 of Good Girls Beg

"I'll walk you to it," he said. This guy seemed to have an answer for everything.

I slid my tongue across my lips, but nodded. "Fine, if someone is breaking into places around here, it's probably not a bad idea."

I called out over my shoulder, "Dad, I'm heading out now."

"Okay, sweetie. I'll see you later," Dad called back.

Oak smirked and mouthed, 'Sweetie.' Apparently, he wasn't a complete brick wall after all. Also? If he was going to make fun of my father calling me a pet name like that, he could fuck all the way off.

I opened the door and gestured for Oak to step out first.

He gave me a look and gestured for me to do the same.

"We could stand here all night and wave our hands at each other," I started.

"You step out first where I can keep an eye on you.” A determined expression was back on his face, a hint of a frown around his gray eyes.

I was starting to understand his name. He was as stubborn and unmoving as an oak tree. His thighs were almost as thick as a trunk too. And yes, I was tempted to climb him and impale myself on his branch.

I managed to resist that urge, though. Just barely. Yes, that's sarcasm.

"What do you think I'm going to do?" I asked, "Slam the door in your face?"

I stepped out first into the darkened road. Street lamps every few feet and signs in the front of stores, the only illumination.

I closed the door behind me as Oak grabbed my arm.

"You can show me or I can feel," he said, his voice, low and husky.

My heart rate picked up, thundering like a torrent. "Hel said everything had to be consensual," I reminded him.

"I also need to prove you've followed the rules," Oak said. "If you don't, the deal is off. Remember?" He was taking this seriously.

"I remember," I said. I guessed I was going to have to consent. Otherwise, Hel might send my fathers the invoice for everything he'd given them already. Although, according to the contract, he couldn't do that. No doubt he'd figure something out. He’d have a team of lawyers on speed dial, waiting to find him a handy loophole.

“I’ll show you.” I pulled my arm away from Oak, took a few steps, and grabbed the hem of my skirt. I raised it high enough for him to see I wasn't wearing any panties before dropping it back into place.

"Happy now?" I asked.

I hoped so, because my skin was on fire. If anyone was looking out a window from a building across the street at the right time, they would have seen my pussy too. I couldn't help it, but I hoped they had. The idea sent a thrill right through me from my toes right to my overactive clit.

As long as they didn't tell my fathers what they'd seen. That might be difficult to explain. Not that either of them would ask me about it. Some things weren't a suitable topic for dinner table conversation, especially my sex life and theirs.

Oak regarded me for a moment before saying, "It's a start."

"Do you need photographic evidence?" I said sarcastically.

The sides of his mouth lifted slightly. "Good idea." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and held it up in front of him.

"Not a chance," I said, turning and walking off in the direction of my car. Flashing him in front of Loams was one thing. Letting him take a photo was another. It'd be just my luck if a vehicle went past, or my fathers stuck their heads out to make sure I was okay.

Oak would have to find another way to amuse himself.

If he was annoyed, he didn't say anything. He caught up with me a couple of moments later, his phone no longer in his hand.

"Have you been thinking about me walking around without my panties on all day?" I asked.

He glanced over at me. "Yes."