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His nostrils flare, and he holds my gaze for a beat before turning his eyes back to the road and pulling into a driveway. He slams the car into park with a curse and flings open the door, stomping out like an angry bull.
I hide the smile tugging at my lips. I don't know why I like seeing him so worked up like this, but I do, so I go with it.
And I'm sure this makes me a shitty daughter, but I’m glad I have to stay here with Jay. It's not like I'm happy my father is in jail, but he made his bed, and now he has to lie in it. He's notorious for making stupid financial decisions. The bank is repossessing the house, and there's nowhere else I want to live than with Jay.
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Jay
I cannot believe my friend's beautiful eighteen-year-old daughter asked me to take her on a date. Fuck, I’d love to have her beautiful self on my arm, but it's wrong on so many levels.
I grit my teeth and will my dick to go down as she jumps out of the SUV like a little bunny rabbit. She hops up beside me and looks at me like I hang the fucking moon. I don’t know what the hell I ever did to have this girl look at me so worshipfully, but it’s going to make this a million times harder knowing she seems to want me too.
God hates me. That must be it. Why else would he send me this perfect girl as the ultimate temptation? Supple and young and completely off-limits.
I can only imagine what her father would say if he could see the bulge tenting my pants over his daughter. He’d take me out into the street and shoot me, and I would deserve it.
I'm a dirty fucking bastard.
“Come on, princess. Let's get you settled in.”
I see how her eyes flutter when I call her “princess,” and my cock swells so tight in my jeans it feels like it's going to bust through the zipper.
I should probably stop calling her that, but fuck if I can control it. It slips out whenever I'm around her. How can something so wrong feel so right?
I grab her bags and show her to the guest bedroom. Unfortunately, it doesn't have a bathroom, so she'll be sharing mine.
The thought of her naked body in my bathroom is enough to send a jet of precum shooting from the tip of my cock. I ball my hands into fists and bite back the groan threatening to rumble out of my chest.
Her eyes flick to my balled-up hands, and I make a conscious effort to release them.
“You seem so tense,” she whispers.
“I’m fine,” I deny, but hell no, I'm not fine. The prettiest, sexiest girl I've ever met will be right down the hall from my bedroom all night, and it's going to take every ounce of self-control I have not to sneak in here like a thief and steal her little cherry.
“You know…I can rub you,” she offers.
I nearly choke, and my throat closes up. “What?” I finally rasp.
She blinks at me innocently before she nods her head eagerly. “That's what I want to do when I graduate.”
My vision goes red.
“I want to become a massage therapist.”
Her voice cuts into the visuals in my head and calms me down. My shoulders relax as I realize what she's talking about. She's offering to give me a massage—not rub my dick.
God, the thought that she knows how to rub a dick almost blinded me with rage. I don't even want to think of her tiny hands on some boy’s cock.
I inhale deeply and run a shaky hand through my hair. I know she's right. I’m wound up tighter than a spring, but the last thing I need is this angel’s hands on me. If she puts those perfect little fingers on me, I'll combust.
So, I ignore her comment. “You need to go to bed soon. You've got school in the morning.”
She pouts, and it's the most adorable thing I've ever seen. I swallow as I pull my eyes away from those puffy pink lips. “How do you usually get there?”
“I walk.”
I frown, not liking her answer. “Not anymore, you don't. I'll drop you off.”
