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“Hey!” I exclaim. “What are you doing? Don’t leave,” I continue. “My driver can drop you off at home.”
Allie shakes her head. Her brown curls have tumbled completely free of their loose bun and they’re hanging around her shoulders in honeyed spirals. Her eyes are huge as she bites her lip and stares at me. “I can’t!” Allie says breathlessly. “I’m sorry!”
Before I can stop her, Allie pushes past me and launches herself out of the limo. She stumbles to her feet and gives me one last frantic look before running into an alley and disappearing from sight.
“Hanson!” I yell as I make a fist and pound on the divider once again. “Follow that girl!”
“Yes, sir!” Hanson replies crisply.
The Town Car shoots forward and I keep my eyes glued to the window as we drive around the block in search of Allie. “Come on, come on,” I mutter under my breath. It seems that we’re crawling – Manhattan rush hour traffic really is the worst. Why would she run off like that? I don’t get it. We were having such a good time together, and despite her inexperience I could tell that she’d wanted me as much as I’d wanted her. God, I still want her desperately.
And now that she’s gone, there’s literally a physical pain from her absence. Her luscious curves, those big brown eyes…and the way she moaned my name when I kissed her neck. The things I could do to a girl like that. Leaning back against the seat, I lick my lips at the thought of Allie’s sweet pussy and the generous nectar between her legs. Fuck. I could smell her cunt while we were making out, and want to taste it so bad.
So why in the world did she run off?
“Hanson, keep going,” I say sourly. I can feel myself becoming desperate and obsessed. It’s ridiculous. I’m Dane fucking Andersen. I could go out and get the world’s most expensive hooker if I wanted to. Hell, I could even pay her double. But she wouldn’t have Allie’s shy brown eyes, and I bet she’d be too skinny to have dynamite curves.
“Sir?” Hanson’s voice sounds over the intercom, interrupting my delicious thoughts.
“What?” I bark. “Keep going!”
“Sir, I don’t think we’ll find her,” Hanson says. “She ran in the direction of Broadway, and there’s a bad wreck. I won’t be able to proceed.”
Hope dies in my chest and I groan. “Fine,” I say in a wooden voice. “Take me home then.” Silently, my driver pulls the limo around and we begin inching our way back to my condo.
When I first acquired the Lockdown building, I was still living outside of the city in a large mansion that I’d purchased from a champion breeder of standard poodles. But commuting every day had been a slog. So, after a few months, I’d purchased a penthouse condo for myself in Manhattan. I’d intended to only spend a little time there during the busiest of weeks, but now that I’m working such long hours, it really does feel like home. Hanson pulls into the underground garage and parks the Town Car by the elevator. As I climb out of the backseat, I hold my briefcase in front of my crotch to hide my growing erection.
“Will there be anything else, sir?”
“No,” I say gruffly. “Be here at six-thirty tomorrow morning. I’ll go to the gym before I go into the office.”
“Very good, sir,” Hanson replies.
Turning on my heel, I stalk into the elevator and jam my fingers against the button for the twenty-first floor. The elevator zooms upward, carrying me and my lonely self all the way home.
My condo is dark and quiet when I let myself inside. “Honey, I’m home,” I call sarcastically into the empty space. My voice seems to echo off the walls as I drop my briefcase onto the carpet and kick off my Armani loafers. I’m exhausted. It’s only a little after six, but I feel like I’ve been awake for an eternity. My head aches and my joints are stiff, but worst of all my cock is throbbing for attention. I groan as I recall the delicious sensation of Allie’s generous thighs sliding around on my lap. I clear my throat and walk into the master suite bathroom. Turning the water on as hot as it will go, I shed my clothes and get under the warm spray.
The glass walls of my shower fog almost instantly and I sigh, enjoying the anonymous sensation of being blanketed in steam. As soon as I’m soaked, my hand goes to my cock. It’s been a long time since I jerked off in the shower, but right now I have a feeling that draining my seed is the only thing that will help me relax.
I close my eyes and think of Allie. Her warm brown eyes, her soft brunette curls. God, I bet she’s a fantastic lay. My hand strokes up and down my shaft as I think about Allie naked and spread-eagled on my bed. I want her to be quivering for me – I want her to be so wet that she leaves a puddle of pussy-juice behind when she moves. It doesn’t take long for me to reach climax and I grunt loudly as cum spews from the tip of my erection.
I groan and shake, enjoying the feeling of being totally drained. Something about orgasming always relaxes me, even now. Seconds later, Allie’s sweet young face pops back into my mind. I know it’s wrong. I’m a dirty old man, fantasizing about a sweet young thing who still has that new-car smell. My cock stiffens once again and I groan with pleasure as I wrap my hand around the shaft and begin to pump.
Allie. Allie Carter. As I come explosively for the second time, I pretend that I’m shooting my load deep into her pussy. My second orgasm feels even better than the first and I brace myself against the wall of the shower as powerful pleasure shakes me to the core. Goddamn. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but I know that I’ve got to find her.
Or else I’m gonna lose my fucking mind.
Chapter Five
Allie
My heart is racing by the time I skitter down the subway stairs on the corner of Lafayette and Houston. The station is crowded with tons of different people – commuters and school kids and old people with their grocery carts – but I’m glad for the crowd.
This way I can lose myself and I know that Dane won’t be chasing after me. I still can’t believe I did what I did! It was so naughty, so slutty to just throw myself at that gorgeous rich man and act like I knew what I was doing. Heck, before Dane, I’ve only been kissed once…and it was years ago when I was in fifth grade. There’s no way a man like Dane would want anything to do with a girl like me if he knew who I really was. I know now that I acted like an idiot, but at the time it was just so flattering. I’m not used to talking about my life with anyone, except my best friend Mara. But it’s not because
I don’t want to share things about myself.
It’s because no one asks. The train whooshes into the station with a gust of stale air and I wrinkle my nose as I push my way onto the car. There are only a few seats left and I can tell without trying that I wouldn’t fit into either, so I grab a pole and stand. The train swerves wildly to the right and I nearly fall. I glance down and glare at my shoes. Stupid heels. By now, my feet are throbbing and covered in blisters. I still can’t believe I ran over two blocks – it’s been years since I did so much as jog.
